Quotes About Victory

Christ's resurrection is the forerunner of our own, and our resurrection is the forerunner of the earth's.

Do not be afraid or discouraged because of this vast army. For the battle is not yours, but God's" (v. 15). This verse is the middle verse of the Old Testament and rightly so, for it gives the assurance that when we trust in God He will fight for us. The battle is not ours; it is His.

suffering" (Hebrews 2:10). I have often pondered this text. How is One who is already

The goal in most conflicts is to destroy your opponent. The goal in apologetics is to win your opponent.

We have lost the shared meanings of pain, and so the shared meanings of victory become occasions for jealousy.

neither goodness nor love alone is the goal. It is reverence, and it must be chosen even when it is hard and costly. This kind of love is a choice to let the sanctity of life dictate the commitment of the will. This kind of reverential love can look upon suffering and see it beyond the clutches of time and through the victory of eternity.

Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You've got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it. It's like boats. You keep your motor on so you can steer with the current. And when you hear the sound of the waterfall coming nearer and nearer, tidy up the boat, put on your best tie and hat, and smoke a cigar right up till the moment you go over. That's a triumph.

Every time you take a step, even when you don't want to. . . . When it hurts, when it means you rub chins with death, or even if it means dying, that's good. Anything that moves ahead, wins. No chess game was ever won by the player who sat for a lifetime thinking over his next move.

War's never a winning thing, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns. But I don't suppose that's the kind of victory you boys mean for me to talk on.

don't face a problem, burn it.

Their hands slapped library door handles together, their chests broke track tapes together, their tennis shoes beat parallel pony tracks over lawns, trimmed bushes, squirreled trees, no one losing, both winning, thus saving their friendship for other times of loss.

We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle can not be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.

No, said the old man, deep under. I don't remember anyone winning anywhere any time. War's never a winning things, Charlie. You just lose all the time, and the one who loses last asks for terms. All I remember is a lot of losing and sadness and nothing good but the end of it. The end of it, Charles, that was a winning all to itself, having nothing to do with guns. But I don't suppose that's the kind of victory you boys mean for me to talk on.

SavaÅŸ kazan?lan bir ÅŸey deÄŸildir Charlie. Sadece her zaman kaybedersin ve en son kaybeden ÅŸartlar? ortaya koyar. Hat?rlad???m her ÅŸey bir sürü kaybediÅŸ, üzüntü ve bittiÄŸinde hiçbir iyi ÅŸeyin olmad???. BittiÄŸi zaman Charles, art?k silahlarla iÅŸiniz kalmad???ndan, bu bile kendi ba??na bir kazan??. ...

Hiçbir yerde hiç kimsenin kazand???n? an?msam?yorum. SavaÅŸlar kazan?lacak ÅŸeyler deÄŸildir Charlie. Her zaman kaybedersin, son kaybeden de koÅŸullar? belirler. Tüm an?msad???m bir sürü kaybetme ve hüzün, bitmesi d???nda hiçbir ÅŸey iyi olmaz.

Charlie scratched inside his left ear. Everybody. The first war in history where everybody won. I can't figure it. So long. He went on up the sidewalk, crossed the front yard, opened the door of his house, waved, and was gone. There goes Charlie, said Douglas.

The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.

The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory. Remember that pianist who said that if he did not practice every day he would know, if he did not practice for two days, the critics would know, after three days, his audiences would know.

Keep the faith, brothers and sisters. Yesterday our Lord was crucified. Today his body lies in the tomb. Tomorrow he rises from the dead. Saturday can seem like a long day–and it is–but be of good cheer. The crucifixion is behind us, Saturday will not last forever. Sooner than we think, Sunday will be here.

My Lord, you have fought and won every battle. You are the undisputed Victor. When I am tempted to doubt, remind me of your unlimited power. Amen.

Hatred is the most damaging emotion, for it gives the person you hate a double victory—once in the past, once in the present.

A violent death would not be man's way to victory, but it was God's plan and our Lord carried it out perfectly.

They were conquerors, and for that you want only brute force--nothing to boast of, when you have it, since your strength is just an accident arising from the weakness of others.

I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid skepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.