Quotes About Victory

He may have gotten spanked by a barbecue grill, but on a desk unit, he was a king.

You've played the games. You're a competitive soul." "What's the point of playing if winning isn't the goal?

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The stories they tell will be different from the stories I heard in the camp, because the camp was for those left behind, the women and children, the old men, the blind, the crippled, the idiots, people who have nothing to tell but stories of how they have endured. Whereas these young men have had adventures, victories and defeats and escapes. They will have stories to tell long after the war is over, stories for a lifetime, stories for their grandchildren to listen to open-mouthed.

She was staying. A little longer. V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.

If the Angels won, the entire Earth would be nothing but one giant Christmas frickin' morning, a choking wave of happiness and warmth and caring and sharing taking over everything.

When they got to thew bottom of the stairwell, they stopped dead. Blay's father was facing off with a lesser, a Civil War sword in one hand, a dagger in the other. Behind his Joe Friday glasses, his eyes were lit like torches, and they flicked over for a split second. Stay out of this. This one's mine. The shit was done faster than you can say, Ninja Dad . Blay's father went Ginsu on the slayer, carving the thing up like a turkey, then stabbing it back to the Omega.

Kind of like winning the fifty-meter ass-stroke in the Loserlympics

Mary, you can't second-guess yourself. Listen, you go to war in your own way, and the worst thing a soldier can do is have his confidence fried before he hits the field. Not everything is going to end up in victory, but you've got to start it all off, every time, knowing that your training and your instincts are sound. You didn't do anything wrong. You didn't hurt Bitty on purpose.

The bitch had to go down.

Sometimes dragon slayers... Were just slayers.

Finally, after so much heartache, she was going to get what she had always wanted, what she deserved. A male who loved all of her unconditionally. And they were going to live happily ever after. Or she was going to beat his ass.

dressed in blue-and-orange and red-and-white. "What is this?" she asked numbly. "On the screen?" "It's the Iron Bowl from 'thirteen. Auburn–'Bama. Auburn wins with a one-hundred-and-nine-yard kick back run. War Damn Eagle.

She started to giggle. And she let the girly sound go because, fuck it, she had just made a male nearly twice her size tap the fuck out.

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His need for her triumphed over the darkness in him.

A warrior! 'Tis a warrior!" Hharm's heart beat hard, his triumph thundering in his ears. "My son shall carry forth my name! He shall be known as Hharm as I was before he!" The

There was nothing that can make Gray Preston's motor revving more than a well-running engine, a fast car crossing the finish line in first place, and a hot, willing woman waiting for him at the end of a great day. - One Sweet Ride

Go win the game.

You can't win unless you try to win, but you can lose by trying not to lose.

Sagas wouldn't be interesting if terrible things didn't happen to the people in them.

Sir, winning is usually a matter of making one less mistake than the enemy or just getting up one more time than you get knocked down.

It is possible for the human spirit to win after all.