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I feel so horrible, but you won't believe what I know. What you think "I have done", you have done it you can't fight this, it's not over and it won't be over!

If God's love encompasses the whole world and if everyone who does not believe in him will perish, then surely this question needs to be asked: When, after two thousand years, does God's plan kick in for the billion people he 'so loves' in China? Or for the 840 million in India? Or the millions in Japan, Afghanistan, Siberia, Egypt, Burma ·.. and on and on? Why would a God who 'so loved the world' reveal his message only to a tiny minority of the people on earth, leaving the majority in ignorance? Is it possible to believe that the Father of all Mankind would select as his Chosen People a small Middle Eastern nation, Israel, reveal His will exclusively to them, fight alongside them in their battles to survive, and only after their failure to reach out to any other group, update His plan for the world's salvation by sending His 'only begotten son,' not to the world but, once again, exclusively to Israel?

If he needed an answer about how much he'd changed, that provided it. He didn't want Fatima Hynes or any other nameless female with vacant eyes and an ample bosom. He didn't want anyone else, ever. He wanted Evelyn Marie Ruddick—and he'd be damned if he was going to let Neckcloth Alvington have her without a fight. And if there was one thing he knew how to do better than anyone else in London, it was how to fight dirty

I fight evil, and words are my weapons of choice.

I fight when I need to, not when I want to. If I fought when I wanted to… I’d never stop.

if love is not the answer, make sure to change the question.

I fought for you, I fought for us I fought for the memories and the laughter that came upon us, Now here we are, we have become unknown people to each other, Worlds apart in an instant, for what once was is now gone So tell me what your secret is to letting go like you did.

If records refuse to be broken, shatter them.

If the enemy looks just like you, how do you fight him?

If there's fighting to be done, you just to have to stand and fight. That has always been true. It was that way throughout the war. You have to be true to yourself- you can never be something you are not, and you can't fool yourself.

If we devour each other, we end up destroying one another.

If we go on like this, there won't be anything left to fight for

If we take the widest and wisest view of a Cause, there is no such thing as a Lost Cause because there is no such thing as a Gained Cause. We fight for lost causes because we know that our defeat and dismay may be the preface to our successors’ victory, though that victory itself will be temporary; we fight rather to keep something alive than in the expectation that anything will triumph.

If we were perfect—if there were no remaining corruption in our hearts—there would be no fight. There would be no obstacles to overcome. We won’t fight for joy in heaven. But we are not there yet.

If we don’t fight lawlessness, it prevails.

If you can identify humor in problems then you will have less difficulties in solving them... Most importantly, "you should be able to laugh on yourself".

If you are seriously planning to overcharge us, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to beat your ass. I know both things are wrong, but maybe two wrongs will make a right, since two rights don’t make a wrong.

If you aren't willing to fight for what you believe in, then you don't really believe in it. Faith is a verb.

If you decide to take somebody on, don’t look behind you, because there won’t be anybody there. You’ll be all alone.

If you don't fight for him, you lose! Fight for him! ~Nana Osaki

If you don’t fight for your dreams, you won’t earn anything. If you don’t anything, you will beg for everything.

If you escape from a necessary fight, pray you will live long enough to wait for and deal with the same challenge that must be settled.

If you find yourself engaged in an argument that only stirs anger in the heart, quickly make peace and carry on.

If you fight against the enemy of your enemy, you fight against yourself.

If you go with the flow, life will take you where it pleases, good or bad. If you take charge and fight, you can go anywhere that you please.

If you have influence on other people. Dont be influenced by their hate, money, jealousy, anger and popularity .

If you have to fight and want to win, use the strongest muscles: Heart.

If you have to choose between the two hopeless situations, choose the one which gives you at least an opportunity to fight!

If you fight the devil, you become him." “Maybe it takes a devil to fight a devil,” I said. “But at the end of that fight, Bathsheba,” he said, “don’t only devils remain?

If you have a voice, use it. If you have legs, stand up. If you have feet, step up. If you have eachother, fight together.

If you participate only in fights where your opponent is either evenly matched of weaker - or where you have been sufficiently warmed up - then you have already lost.

If you pick a fight with one man or woman who is in pain you are already out numbered.

I have cancer. Cancer doesn't have me.

If you're looking for an excuse to quit you will find it, but if you are looking for the reason to continue you must fight for it.

If you still have your trigger finger And your punching fists Your township mob justice Your mothers with whistles Your seven-month self-defence course If you remember your second-year Anatomy course Particularly the Stab wound lecture Bring them all. Use them now

I had a dream about you last night. You were at my door. We had forgotten what we used to fight about. So, I let you in and we made coconut pancakes like it was the very first time.

If you want to be a real warrior, then here’s our secret to you: we fight to protect others. We fight to protect the ones we love, the ones we respect, the ones we want to see prospering and achieving their goals, gaining their happiness. We do not wait for any reward for what we do. That is what true heroism is. That is what a warrior does.

IF YOU WISH TO BRING PEACE UPON YOUR OWN, YOU MUST FIGHT THOSE WHO WISH FOR THE SAME PEACE.

I had fought on behalf of man against the sea, but I realised that it had become more urgent to fight on behalf of the sea against men.

I have hope in who I am becoming. I have belief in every scar and disgraceful word I have ever spoken or been told because it is still teaching me and I have hope in who I am becoming. They say it takes 756 days to run to someone you love and they also say that the only romance worth fighting for is the one with yourself and I know by now that they say a lot of things, people talking everywhere without saying a word, but if it took me all those years to learn myself or teach myself how to look into the mirror without breaking it I know for a fact that it was a fight worth fighting. I stood up for my own head and so did my heart and we are coming to terms with ourselves. Shaking hands, saying ”let’s make this work for we have places to go and people to see and we will need each other” So I have hope in who I am becoming. It’s July and I have hope in who I am becoming.

I have faith in us as a family, and our friends. I think we will survive because we don’t wish to harm anyone. If you ever need something to believe in, believe that to stand and fight for the people you love is the most honorable thing you can do with your life.

I have my gun and my bible under my pillow, having to fight physically and spiritually is a foregone conclusion, I will kill whoever comes to kill me, no mercy.

I hope you will be a warrior and fierce for change so all can live.

I imagine the future and I smile grimly. There's only one way to make that happen. It's time to fight

i learnt from the autumn leaves, the formula of healing. every year, they break, fall off the trees and die. and then again in a few months, they find their way back home. reborn, living a new life just to die again. but never did that stop them growing again. so why can't we humans just live up to them. fall, get hurt, bear pain but have enough courage and energy to stand up and fight back again.

I heard you were a player , okay , lets play a game. We'll flirt, play fights, talk 24/7, say goodmorning and goodnight every day, give each other nicknames, hang out, talk on the phone for hours, take cute pictures together, make promises to each other and hold each other. And whoever falls in love first, loses.

I know what I'm talking about, Alecto! When I think of Jud, I think of the times he wanted to be a coal miner, the times he took Wendy and me sailing in the harbour, the times he showed me how to play soccer, but I forgot all the bullying and I’ll never understand why. And now you ask me, you ask me what happened once we were in high school. You said you didn’t understand what having a family was like, so ask me!” Mandy was shouting at him without even realizing it, her words sharp and unforgiving. “I….” Alecto started, hesitating for a moment. “You don’t seem like yourself Mandy Valems, not at all….” “No, go ahead! You want to know what having a real family is like?” Mandy snapped, turning to stare at him coldly. “Ask me what happened, I’ll tell you anything you want to know!” “…What happened?” Alecto asked quietly, looking nervous and confused. “I stayed late after school in shop class when I was in grade 9, trying to keep my lousy grades up. I was building a birdhouse, something like that, and that was when Jud and all his popular jock friends came storming in, laughing and swearing like a bunch of pigs,” Mandy continued. “So ask me what happened next.” “I… I don’t want to ask you what happened,” Alecto replied. “Ask me!” Mandy yelled. “Alright, what happened next…?” Alecto questioned.

I know that story, when you start a fight, the main idea is one to survive, one to be the victim and one to be the killer. This explains why FBI, CSI and DIA and other departments are here!

I leaned against the desk, ran my hand over my father’s paperwork, and picked up a pen. Turning around, I shoved it into my father’s hand. "What’s this?" he asked, raising a brow. "You’ll need it to sign my death certificate," I said, pain vibrating my veins against my muscles and bones. "Are we done now?” (Eric)

I like my scars, they show I fight back.