The terror of his name has stretched itself Wherever there is sun.
Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and from the noisome pestilence. He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler. Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day; Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday. A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand, but it shall not come nigh thee.
Our war on terror is well begun, but it is only begun. This campaign may not be finished on our watchyet it must be and it will be waged on our watch.
You ask what is our aim. I can answer in one word victory.Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be.
I believe the reason I escaped, both this time and on otheroccasions, was the idea of perishing neverentered my head.Nothing isso bad asterror for lowering a man's stamina.
The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error.
The Hunschanted a funeral song to the memory of a hero, glorious inhis life, invincible in his death, the father of his people, the scourge of his enemies, and the terror of the world.
I did say yes O at lightning and lashed rod; Thou heardst me truer than tongue confess Thy terror,O Christ,O God.
Terroroften arises from a pervasive sense of disestablishment; that things are in the unmaking.
We know the war prepared On every peaceful home, We know the hells declared For such as serve not Rome, The terror, threats and dread In market, hearth and field: We know when all is said We perish if we yield.
If the ocean was pure mind and I was a wave, I would be in terror if Itried to distinguish myself fromthe water that produced me.What is a wave without water, and what is a mind without God?
Let me assert my belief that the only thing that we have to fear is fear itselfnameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror that paralyses needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.
The South African police would leave no stone unturned to see that nothing disturbed the even terror of their lives.
'There is no terror, brotherToby, in its looks, but what it borrowsfromgroans and convulsionsand theblowing of noses, and the wiping away of tears with the bottoms ofcurtains, ina dying man'sroomStrip itofthese, what is it?''Tis better in battle than in bed,'said my uncle Toby.
London, hast thou accused me Of breach of laws, the root of strife? Within whose breast did boil to see, So fervent hot, thy dissolute life, That even the hate of sins that grow Within thy wicked walls so rife, For to break forth did convert so That terror could it not repress.
All pictorial or plastic art is useless; art should be a monster which casts servile minds into terror.
In Italy for thirty years under the Borgias they had warfare, terror, murder, bloodshedthey produced Michelangelo, Leonardo daVinci and the Renaissance. In Switzerland they had brotherly love, five hundred years of democracy and peace, and what did they produce? The cuckoo clock.
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