Quotes About Victory

Sul corno insanguinato del vincitore si posarono le farfalle bianche. Una di loro ci restò per sempre, per generazioni di farfalle, petalo a sbattere nel vento sopra il re dei camosci nelle stagioni da aprile a novembre.

If today we fall without lowering our colors, our cause is certain of victory tomorrow.

Ao invés de opor aos milhões dos capitalistas os poucos centavos reunidos penosamente pelos operários, é preciso opor aos fuzis e aos canhões que defendem a propriedade os melhores meios que o povo encontrar para vencer pela força.

Non v'è dubbio che bisogna difendersi; ma dal sistema che si adopera nella difesa dipende in gran parte la sorte della rivoluzione. Che se per vivere si dovesse rinunziare alle ragioni ed agli scopi della vita, se per difendere la rivoluzione si dovesse rinunziare alle conquiste che sono lo scopo primo della rivoluzione, allora varrebbe meglio essere vinti onoratamente e salvare le ragioni dell'avvenire, anziché vincere tradendo la propria causa.

Le grand moyen de défense de la révolution reste toujours d'enlever aux bourgeois les moyens économiques de la domination, d'armer tout le monde (jusqu'à ce qu'on puisse amener tout le monde à jeter les armes comme des objets inutiles et dangereux) et d'intéresser à la victoire toute la grande masse de la population.

I soon set Castor's mind at ease about how I'd protect my borrowed identity. To stave off any challenges I couldn't handle, the first thing I did was issue a challenge of my own against any man who wanted to try his luck besting me in a footrace. I beat five men, including Kalais, a so-called son of Boreas, the North Wind. No one else challenged me for the rest of the morning. What man wanted to risk losing to a woman in front of all his friends?

Three events. Three gold medals. I was news, big news, in the sports world.

Success isn't measured by what you achieve, it's measured by the obstacles you overcome.

Everything's coming up roses - for me.

One day they were making "bricks without straw" and the next they were running up the far slopes of the Red Sea, shouting the great song "I'm singing my heart out to GOD—what a victory! He pitched horse and rider into the sea! GOD is my strength.

There were years of wilderness guerrilla warfare against the Philistines, a perilous existence with moody, manic King Saul, and all that painful groping and praying through the guilt of murder and adultery; then in his old age he was chased from his throne by his own son and forced to set up a government in exile. And, at the end, his song. It begins with gratitude:

For redemption is not a rescue from evil—it is a redemption of evil. Salvation is not luck but rather a courageous confrontation that is victorious in battle. And that is why praise is so exhilarating. It has nothing to do with slapping a happy face on a bad situation and grinning through it. It is fashioned deep within us, out of the sin and guilt and doubt and lonely despair that nevertheless believes. And, in that believing, becomes whole.

What is wisdom? What gift of the godsis held in glory like this:to hold your hand victoriousover the heads of those you hate?Glory is precious forever.

Constantine saw with his own eyes the trophy of a cross of light in the heavens, above the sun, and bearing this inscription: conquer by this. At the sight, he himself was struck with amazement and his whole army also.

Oh ! the blessed confessors of the kingdom of Christ, who were tried like gold in the excellence of their righteousness, and obtained through the conflict in which they were set the heavenly life of angels, and laid hold upon the promises of the hidden good things of the victory of the high calling--For eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither hath it entered into the heart of man, what God has prepared for them that love him.

Love is a game that two can play and both win.

When you know what you want you usually get it.

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Nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in.

Miltiades was a Greek general who, flush with victory against the Persians at Marathon in 490 BC, led a punitive mission against an ally of Persia, a small island nation that was supposed to be a pushover. The mission was a fiasco and Miltiades was defeated and disgraced; he died of his wounds in prison.

Deep down, I reckon the sweetest moment will come when it's finally all over. When, at last, I know that I can stop fighting. Of course it'll also be a little sad. The sweetest moments, y'know, always come with just a little sadness.

A setback only paves the way for a comeback.

I can confirm that I have been released from prison.

I've lost my share in the pen. I don't keep track, but I've won much more than I've lost. Since I was released almost one year ago, I've gone 9-1. My only loss was to a punk that brought mace to the dance.