Fatal Blow Quotes

Sometimes I'll make a statement they'll say, this is the end. This is the end! Right? This is the end. It's finally going to happen.

The quarrel between the colonies and the British government seems to become more serious every day ... It may prove the most fatal blow to the authority of the metropolis.

There's something dreadfully decisive about a beheading.

One sound blow will serve to undo us all.

You can't kill me, I've got a magic... AAAARGH !

Death ready stands to interpose his dart.

So the struck eagle, stretch'd upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, View'd his own feather on the fatal dart, And wing'd the shaft that quiver'd in his heart.

There are some of us who in after years say to Fate, 'Now deal us your hardest blow, give us what you will; but let us never again suffer as we suffered when we were children.' The barb in the arrow of childhood's suffering is this: its intense loneliness, its intense ignorance.

What's the best angle to cut someone's throat? Well, usually from behind. That's usually how it works.

I looked him in the eye, "I will always love you." Then plunged the stake into his chest. It wasn't as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one. "That's what I was supposed to say..." he gasped out.

Netherlands, Netherlands, you stand on the brink of your own destruction. Your ruin is inevitable unless reforms which must be as swift as they are necessary can avert the fatal blow.

Because when they strike it can be that quick that if they're within range, you're dead, you're dead in your tracks. And his head weighs more than my body so it's WHACK!

You didn't listen to me," Lan whispered. One last lesson. The hardest. Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward placing Demandred's sword point against his own side and ramming himself forward onto it. "I did not come here to win," Lan whispered, smiling. "I came here to kill you. Death is lighter than a feather." Demandred's eyes opened wide, and he tried to pull back. Too late. Lan's sword took him straight though the throat.

Take your time and strike a man so that he feels he is dying.

He dies twice who perishes by his own weapons.

The mechanism falls like thunder. Blood spurts. The man is no more.

Repeatedly asking for government help undermines the foundations of society by destroying initiative and responsibility. It is also a fatal blow to efficiency and corrupts the political process.

First blood is mine. Last blood counts for more. --Artemis Entreri and Drizzt Do'Urden

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

The only way an Iraqi biological agent would kill you is if it landed on your head.

He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.