Quotes About Victory

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices.

I got it this time, Daddy Warbucks," I said

You want to play the winner?" I called out to Ivy, lounging on a chair with her back to the wall as she pretended to read a magazine and watch us without being obvious about it. She'd put herself right in the sun, which told me she'd had a rough morning. She sat in the sun only when she was frustrated.

I may be a pawn," I said as I locked my shaking knees. "But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart.

As the history of revolutionary wars shows, a revolutionary army which is in firm politico-ideological readiness, though armed with inferior weapons, can fight and defeat an enemy equipped with the latest arms.

it looked like the centuries-long wrestling match between state and capital had ended in a decisive victory for capital. Possibly

The Americans lost all the battles but won the war. Because when they lost they were still here. It was their home. They would go off and regroup, and the British would follow them and beat on them again somewhere else. There were a couple American victories along the way, but mostly not. Mostly the British won, but even so they eventually wore down, and in the end the Americans surrounded them and kicked them out. The Brits were going to run out of food, so they left.

Whatever passably decent treatment Margaret had had from him was the result of a temporary victory of fear over irritation and/or pity over boredom.

The only battles that he and his kin fought, the only blood they spilt was on the chessboard. Massacres and carnage were not to his taste. He preferred the long, slow, tortuous death. I

Nothing good ever came easy." (Garreth)

All at once Mari understood why people fought losing battles —because if you want something badly enough, you can't do anything else but fight for it.

I don't get it. I'm sexually attractive to a remarkable degree- And humble. It's not bragging if it's true. And I'm his-which means, this is in the bag. Or should be.

To Bettina, she'd written: The old Vrekener king was a vicious fiend who got what he deserved. Kudos to your new vamp husband for a well-played assassination and tournament victory.

Resisting her hold over him, the vampire yelled to the crowd, "Mark me, and listen well! I've won this tournament. . . . No one here can deny my victory. . . . I've won this crown"—he pointed his bloodied sword at her—"and Bettina as my wife." Claws digging into his chest, lungs failing, he bellowed, "I forsake you both!

Te sentiste bien al montar y salvarla, ¿no? Imagina lo bien que ella se siente cada ve que vence a sus enemigos... Por su cuenta

No longer a victim. I broke an altar with my werewolf lover. How fitting, how utterly empowering. Broke that bitch!

Then I remembered something. I was Lark freaking Inukai. I sat up, swiping my tears away. I defanged killers. I defused their aggression. I found out their weaknesses and exploited them ruthlessly. You don't know me, Death. Every

Every dangerous creature had a weakness. I would find his. If we were supposed to play to win, I would dominate. You don't know me at all. . . .

All's fair in love and Lore.

Yes, Morgana was stronger. Yes, the queen had packed one hell of a persuasive punch. But love would triumph.

Lothaire traced in front of her, clenching his fists so hard blood began to drip from them. "The sorceress had a dozen Wendigo guards that I defeated." "I don't know what a Wendigo is. Could be a Lore bunny. But it sounds like you consider that feat a big deal.

This raccoon ain't treed just yet. . . .

Nunca viene fácilmente para todos los grandes guerreros en la historia.