Quotes About Determination

I will kill him." "Erra's eyebrows rose. "You'd have to go through me first." I shrugged. "I have to do something for a warm-up." She laughed softly. "That's the spirit. I do think you might be my favorite niece.

It depends. If I don't let you in, will you huff and puff and blow my house down? She had no idea. I'm more of a kick the door open and cut everyone inside to ribbons kind of wolf.

Is this you trying to cheer me up?" "What are you . . . going . . . to do about it?" I asked. "Your Wussiness?" He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. "Tap. You're out, Ass Kicker.

I mean to have you, Rose, you and all of your thorns. I'm a disagreeable and stubborn bastard, but I'm not a fool. You didn't really expect me to pass you up, did you?

The Dude just pounded his way in a straight line, convinced that the lion was a figment of his imagination and that the vampire ahead of him was just Grendel's deformed mutant brother.

Let's talk." I pinned Red to his chair with my stare. I did deranged quite well, when the occasion required.

Like a primitive savage, who sets out to tame the wilderness armed with nothing but a knife and his indomitable will, I will persevere. I will wrestle victory from the greedy jaws of defeat. I shall rise like a bird of prey upon the current of the wind, my talons raised for the kill, and I shall strike true." Oh wow. I hope the inn filmed that.

This is blasphemy!" Odalon declared in the same way Gerard Butler had once roared "This is Sparta." Sadly, Odalon had nobody to kick into a bottomless hole for emphasis, so he settled for looking extremely put out.

Are you done?" he asked. "Just getting started." I was so brave over the phone.

One day I'll kill him, you know. I glanced at her. She was deadly serious.

The universe shrank to Curran and his pain. I had to break him free. Nothing else mattered.

Jim wasn't just a badass. He was a badass who wrote a book for badasses on how to be a badder badass.

Failure happened. The trick was to accept the risk and try anyway.

I once took a city with five men and a lame goat.

A woman can only do so much with mediocre equipment

Why the rifle? Everybody knows you can't shoot." Who were these everybodies and would they like to stand in front of me, preferably within ten feet, so I could discuss this issue in greater detail? "I can shoot just fine." I just missed eighty percent of the time.

It doesn't matter if I'm the first. It only matters that I'll be the last

I'm curious, have you ever attempted to prevent her from doing what she wanted to do? I'd be delighted to hear how it went.

Every time you see a problem and walk away from it, you set a new standard.

How is it that Raphael made more holes in you than in swiss cheese, but your assholeness survived?" "Raphael doesn't have a knife big enough to kill my assholeness.

That's all right, she told him. I can manage. I can sleep outside just fine. Four pairs of eyes looked at her with a distinctly male skepticism.

He looked like he could pick up a fifty-pound rucksack, run across the city with it, and then beat an ungodly number of enemies to a bloody pulp with his bare hands while things exploded dramatically in the background.

If I could, I would punch today right in the face.

Baby, you're not the tantrum type. You are the scary-smile-and-stabbing type.