Quotes About Triumphant

Come! All ye faithful! Jiggy and triii-umphant! Come all ye faithful, sing yay for the Lord!

When you win nothing hurts.

This little box, this chapter, ends here, sealed tight from those others that surround it, so that those other people of different chapters may not come in here and disturb, so that its vault may be sealed up, never spilling beyond its boundaries but kept tight shut and precious, and Godly and triumphant, and wonderful too.

In the most general sense of progressive thought, the Enlightenment has always aimed at liberating men from fear and establishing their sovereignty. Yet the fully enlightened earth radiates disaster triumphant.

Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, fell down bound into the midst of the burning fiery furnace.

Adeste, fideles,Laeti triumphantes;Venite, venite in Bethlehem.[O come, all ye faithful,Joyful and triumphant,O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.]

And to know that this eternal, limitless, incarnated, perfect, crucified, resurrected, ascended, enthroned, glorified, triumphant, victorious, matchless, glorious Christ . . . dwells inside of you.

I'm a winner. I've always been a winner.

Winners are different. They're a different breed of cat.

As long as you are winning it is a good day.

Winning makes everything better.

Winning tastes pretty good.

It's all about winning. That's what it's all about.

When I start winning big tournaments I don't think I'll just win tournaments, I think I'll blow them away.

You never tire of winning.

To be associated with success is absolutely wonderful.

Your Success is my Victory and every Victory is my Success

Shout out for Joy! Don't scream out in fear for victors shout and victims scream.

our triumphant age of plenty is riddled with darker feelings of doubt, cynicism, distrust, boredom and a strange kind of emptiness

Dalton regarded his chess opponent, from whom the outburst had come. "What on earth has got into you?" Lord Peter sat back, a triumphant smirk on his lips. "I moved!" "Well, congratulations. What did you move?" "Bishop to

Triumphant hours are the Lark's Who circles skywards from his home each day: World's early riser, with bubbling golden song, Towards the firmament, guardian of April's gate.

I've been a winner my whole life.

Why can't death - if we must have it - be always glorious, as in 'The Iliad?'

For others do I wait...for higher ones, stronger ones, more triumphant ones, merrier ones, for such as are built squarely in body and soul: laughing lions must come.