I am the hammer. I am the shield. I am the hate. I am the instrument of His will. I am the woes of daemonkind. I am the tip of His spear. I am the edge of His sword. I am the flight of His arrows. I am the gauntlet about His fist. I am the soldier at the end of time. I am His sword just as He is my armour. I am His wrath just as He is my zeal. I am the right hand of my Emperor, the instrument of His will. I am the bane of His foes and the woes of the treacherous! I am the end! From the frenzy, temptation, corruption, and deceit, delive us, our Emperor, that the enemy might face us in your Wrath. Let us be His shield as He is our armor. Let us speak His word as He fuels the fire of our devotion. Let us fight His battles, as He fights the battle at the end of time. Let us join Him there for duty ends not in death.
"What in the seven hells of Chaos are you waiting for? Personal orders from the Emperor himself? When I say take that damned hill, I mean take that damned hill, not damn well stand around and stare at it! I don’t care if there’s fifty L’Huraxi up there. I don’t care if there are fifty thousand L’Huraxi up there! Our orders are to take that hill and I’m going to damn well take that hill even if it means I have to kill every last one of the purple-skinned giants myself. Damn it, follow me, I’ll show you how it’s done. That’s it, get stuck in there. Medic! Stop whining, Brook, you’ve got another damned leg. D’ya think I cried like a damned new-born when I lost my arm? Course I damn well didn’t. I upped and ripped that damned land shark’s damned throat out with my damned teeth! That’s it, Sergeant Reed, give ‘em some Catachan steel. Emperor’s teeth, their blood stinks. Get that heavy flamer into that trench; flush the damned Grox-heads out. That trench, you idiot, not this one! Oh yes, smell those aliens burn. Smells better than breakfast, don’t it? Give me that damn grenade. Do I have to do everything myself? See? That ain’t proper armour like you’d see on an Imperial tank – no it’s flimsy, fall-down-in-a-strong-breeze, I-hope-they-don’t-spit-at-me armour. I didn’t really mean spit at it! You there! Yes you! Pick up Sergeant Creek’s hand. The medics might be able to stick it on him again later. Don’t stop now, you damned work-shy sons of acid-grubs, we’re only damn well halfway up..." - Colonel "Iron Hand" Straken
"Three Legions of Marines stand to defend you, sire. All of us will unflinchingly place ourselves between you and the war’s desolation. We are the greatest humans ever born – we are the flame of Humanity where the rest of the galaxy is just the spark. In centuries of warfare, against the vileness of the alien, the lies of the heretic, the foulness of the mutant, I have never known fear – but your silence terrifies me." ~ Sanguinius, Primarch of the Blood Angels, during the Siege of Terra
When cities burn, And armies turn, And flee in disarray . . . Cowards will cry: "T'is best to fly, and fight another day" But warriors know in their marrow, When they die and fall For it is better to have fought, and lost. Then not have fought at all
anyone know the quote from Straight Silver from the guy who blows up the ammo depot, it ended something like "but, to mans regret, the greatest honor of all, is the honor in death." but from Betrayer "Madness alone wasn't enough, now we must suffer you corruption as well!?" - Lhorke, War Hounds and my personal favorite "Get. Up." - Kharn
I have a lot of quotes from Gaunt Ghosts Some of these are just passages of the books that I liked "Men of Tanith! Do you want to live forever?" - Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt "A friend of death, a brother of luck and a son of a bitch." - Major Rawne talking about Gaunt "Then humor me. I've learned to go with Mkoll's instincts. If I'm wrong, I'll stand you a case of wine. You can choose the vintage." "If you're wrong, we'll be dead!" "Why do you think I made the bet?" - Colonel-Commissar Ibram Gaunt "Life sucks, holy father. Wake up and smell the flowers." - Major Rawne to Father Zweil Last one, I have others quotes that I took while reading but they are long One of the troopers came over. His broadly grinning face was smeared with filth. "Fall on your face?" Gaunt asked. "Pig dung," said Varl. " I fething hate dogs. I'd rather they smelled you first." "Your loyalty knows no beginning, Varl. Give these men back their weapons." "Sir." - Ibram Gaunt and Ceglan Varl
