A Quote by F. E. Smith

The world continues to offer glittering prizes to those who have stout hearts and sharp swords. — © F. E. Smith
The world continues to offer glittering prizes to those who have stout hearts and sharp swords.
'Liquid Swords' just represents a sharp tongue, sharp words.
There are words which sever hearts more than sharp swords; there are words the point of which sting the heart through the course of a whole life.
But glittering prizes and endless compromises, Shatter the illusion of integrity...
Those who beat their swords into plowshares usually end up plowing for those who kept their swords.
Let me conclude by saying in my experience the glittering prizes in life come more to those who persevere despite setback and disappointment than they do to the exceptionally gifted who, with the confidence of the talents bestowed upon them, often pursue the tasks leading to success with less determination.
It is impossible to win the great prizes of life without running risks, and the greatest of all prizes are those connected with the home.
May your swords stay sharp -Brom
May Your Swords Stay Sharp!" - Lan Pendragon
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children.
Live as brave men and face adversity with stout hearts.
Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, but God to man doth speak in solitude.
I was a shy kid so my parents sent me to Anna Scher's theatre school. That's how I got my first proper role aged ten in the BBC show 'The Glittering Prizes.'
Hearts are stronger than swords.
All that Syrio Forel had taught her went racing through her head. Swift as a deer. Quiet as shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Strong as a bear. Fierce as a wolverine. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Then man who fears losing has already lost. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Fear cuts deeper than swords.
I want to be healed and whole and perfect again, like a misshapen slab of iron that comes out of the fire glowing, glittering, razor-sharp.
My time in Paris was an education in both the grimness of a relentless, grinding day job and the joys of nights in glittering restaurants. The good fortune of my life, which has been to turn those glittering nights into my job, all came from there.
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