Best 726 quotes in «fight quotes» category

We can not be swallowed up like those little pebbles. We aren't pebbles. We won't just quietly sink to the bottom. We can run, we can fight, and we can work. We are not helpless unless we let ourselves be.

We cannot fight the devil because fight is his invention.

We could choose to celebrate our differences, rather than over-analyze them. This might help us become more realistic about the generalizations to which we subscribe. For example, consider this. If women are the overemotional ones, why do so many bar fights break out between men? Such brawls do not spring from logical, calm places.

We don't want to settle down anymore; we've been settled, like some western township, and now we want to kick up the dust and tear down the fences. Not only won't we settle down; we also won't settle for less than what we've always wanted: a good time and a fair fight.

We dream and fight with demons real and imagined.

We get along like a house on fire these days.

We fight for a vision of the world that is both traditional and Faustian, that allies enrootment and disinstallation, the citizen’s freedom and imperial service to the community-as-a-people, passionate creativity and critical reason, an unshakeable loyalty and an adventurous curiosity (WWF 267)

We’ll fight them. We took down my dad. We’ve taken down so many since then. We’ll take down these jokesters too.” “I will never let anything happen to you,” Nick growls into my hair. “I will die before you get hurt again. So help me God, Zara. I will die." “Me too.” “What?” “I will die before I let anyone hurt you or Issie or Dev or Gram or . . .” I stop and pull my head away from his chest so I can look up at him. “This list is getting kind of long and melodramatic, isn’t it?” He laughs. His hand moves slowly up my spine. He starts leaning down for a kiss. “Yeah. It is.

We live like sheep in line waiting to be slaughtered in a slaughterhouse. We eat and laugh and fight as we see those in front of us fall to the knife

We match each other stroke for stroke until I get a hit on her right arm. She tries to switch sword arms, but I jab my scim at her wrist faster than she can parry. Her scim goes flying, and I tackle her. Her white-blonde hair tumbles free of her bun. “Surrender!” I pin her down at the wrists, but she trashes and rips one arm free, scrabbling for a dagger at her waist. Steel stabs at my ribs, and seconds later, I am on my back with a blade at my throat. “Ha!” She leans down, her hair falling around us like a shimmering silver curtain.

We may fight for the cause of international peace because we are very fond of fighting.

We men have always fought to protect others... since the ancient times. Even though we were naked, and only had sticks and stones to defend ourselves... we still had the elderly, the young, our wives, friends, family, and homes... and to protect all of that we braved any danger, no matter what... and fought! And even among those cavemen there were useless failures! Just like how we are today! But in the end, even they gathered their courage, and fought! And, not surprisingly, being incompetent... they were killed! Even thought it was the death of an idiot... it was also... the death of a selfless hero!

We negotiated peace with them the first time, my girl, because we were in a position of strength. That's how wars work, that's how truces work. We show them we've got more power than they imagine and they're more willing to make peace.

We ought to compliment and not to compete with one another.

Wer davonläuft kann später kämpfen.

We’re a couple of shooting stars, Biggs, and we’ll never be stopped.

we're thieves, we're rats. We know when to fight and when to run.

We should be people of principles and should fight for these principles

Were we to fight the gods themselves?

We saw everything that was not ours, and we hungered. Do not lose that hunger. You will always have to fight for everything. Even when you already have it, you will have to keep fighting to maintain it.

We were not told how Alexander the Great was the last person in history to successfully 'pacify' what would become Afghanistan, over 2,000 years ago.

We took the path that led others nowhere and only we saw the light at the end of the tunnel. They warned us about the monsters we would encounter, the odds that we would meet. And they laughed when we got the scars while fighting the dragons on our way. When we came back out of the tunnel, holding the sword that they always craved for tightly in our hand. Bleeding and the sun shining on our face. We became the tales they wanted to be. We became the reflections of what they always wanted to see themselves through. We became the warriors they had always imagined of.

We will not die cornered and cowering in the ruins of a dead city.

We stand and fight for God’s truth and with the truth we will win

We will never achieve freedom - not until the very end - but the fight can be so beautiful.

We were in it together, no matter what was to come, and we would fight for the win. For each other. Until the last whistle blew.

What if fighting was no longer your first answer but change is?

What is the difference? Tell me what is the difference between you and me. We both kill for what we want," the man asks. "We lived here first.

What is important is not to fight, but to fight the right enemy

What is a whore?" Unsurprisingly, that hadn't been one of the words we had shared over the last span of days. For half a moment I considered lying, but there was no way I could manage it. "He says your mother is a person men pay money to have sex with." Tempi turned back to the mercenary and nodded graciously. "You are very kind. I thank you.

What is the nature of human beings? When someone does something wrong to them, they will go after him [to punish, to fight].

What's up?" I asked. You tell me," he said. "You were the one about ready to start making out with Adrian." It was an experiment," I said. "It was part of my therapy." What the hell kind of therapy are you in?

When I act, I act on behalf of who or what I love. Even when I have to fight against something, it is because of what I value and love.

What was it, she wondered, that made some people give up and others fight harder? Where was her fight? She was out.

What you really want to know,” I say, “is how to make sure we all don’t just rip each other apart, right?” The fight earlier is way too fresh in our minds. We are a powder keg; just a spark will blow us apart.

When a man cannot fight he would curse. The gods like to feel needed.

When a sense of purpose enters our mind, it brings the best out of us; always give a purpose to the fight and it will be enjoyable, whether it results in a win or a loss.

When I battle wits with Jarod Kintz I always feel like I need to take my brain out to give him a transplant. Bad part is we don't have any.

When its back's against the wall, even positivity will come out fighting!

What you wrestle in your mind you can easily conquer in your soul.

Whenever i see someone fighting me for no reason, I'm always highly impressed that God has instigated his anger against me, just as he did to pharoah against the Israelites, so as to cast me away into my promise land of fulfilment.

When our consciousness has become a haven of illusions, our mind may have a hard time to fight the maze in our thinking. Only anchor points from our past and the innocence of our childhood might give back the core of what we are. (“Not without the past”)

When we fight with the truth and stand in it to the end, then God Himself comes and confirms His Word, His righteousness and His truth

When people support you when you have done something wrong. It doesnt mean you are right, but it means those people are promoting their hate , bad behavior or living their bad lives through you.

When the bombs fell, it wasn't a war; it was an obliteration. No one had any idea who shot first or why.

When two evil guys fight in a duel, the worst of both will be the winner.

When two people fight, they think less and speak more. They don’t listen to the opponent. They draw their own conclusions.

When we go out knowing whose interests we are representing, people cannot oppose us because it is pointless to fight God, who lives in us

When we were little, Scarlett and I were utterly convinced that we'd originally been one person in our mother's belly. We believed that somehow, half of us wanted to be born and half wanted to stay. So our heart had to be broken in two so that Scarlett could be born first, and then I finally braved the outside world a few years later. It made sense, in our pig-tailed heads--it explained why, when we ran through grass or danced or spun in circle long enough, we would lose track of who was who and it started to feel as if there were some organic, elegant link between us, our single heart holding the same tempo and pumping the same blood. That was before the attack, though. Now our hearts link only when we're hunting, when Scarlett looks at me with a sort of beautiful excitement that's more powerful than her scars and then tears after a Fenris as though her life depends on its death. I follow, always, because it's the only time when our hearts beat in perfect harmony, the only time when I'm certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we are one person broken in two.

When you fight, you should fight with your whole heart.