Quotes About Self-defense

If you are afraid of other people take a martial arts class. The best way to overcome fear is learn to be proficient in martial arts.

I may actually do what I've pretended many times to have done: use my judo in self-defense. To save my—virginity? My life, she thought. But more likely he is just some poor low-class wop laboring slob with delusions of glory; he wants to go on a grand spree, spend all his money, live it up—and then go back to his monotonous existence. And he needs a girl to do it.

He strengthened his body to keep up with his mind. He began lifting weights, practicing judo, and wrestling. One day after school, a bully tried to pick on Carmack's neighbor, only to become a victim of Carmack's judo skills.

In self-defense and in defense of the innocent, cowardice is the only sin.

I have the right to protect myself. I feel like I have very good aim. My wife is better.

People have to be armed to have power, you see.

And it was in sheer self-defence that they obeyed - as if by dancing they somehow or other escaped from that tune, which seemed to be themselves.

started off when I was at Crenshaw High, as a form of self-defense: I learned that using my verbal gymnastics was a good way to keep the gangbangers off my bumpers. We didn't call it "rapping" back then. It was "toasting.

A Winchester rifle should have a place of honor in every black home, and it should be used for that protection which the law refuses to give.

As time went on, we learned to arm ourselves in our different ways. Some of us with real guns, some of us with more ephemeral weapons, an idea or improbable plan or some sort of formulation about how best to move through the world. An idea that will let us be. Protect us and keep us safe. But a weapon nonetheless.

Anyway, if you needed something really dangerous, get a gun. It's easy, it's cheap, and it's the American way.

said to him. "We aren't playing here. Guns kill people." "Guns don't kill people," Tori said. "People kill people." "People with guns kill people," I said. "But you're right. We have to be able to protect ourselves.

The war is coming to the streets of America and if you are not keeping and bearing and practicing with your arms then you will be helpless and you will be the victim of evil.

Every person has a choice in every situation and I decided not to be a victim of crime and to not allow myself to be crippled with fear. This is why I started Unbreakable. I wanted to teach women the self-defence skills I learnt during a course I participated in.

Gun bans disarm victims, putting them at the mercy of murderers or terrorists who think nothing of breaking the gun laws.

The first lines of defence against criminals are the victims themselves.

If a kid is being bullied at school, my advice to them is to punch the bully in the face. The government can create as many boards, commissions, and informational sessions on sensitivity that it wants. The fact is, we still have bullies, and we still have victims who are trained not to stand up for themselves.

We continue to be exasperated by the view, apparently gaining momentum in certain circles, that armed robbery is okay as long as nobody gets hurt! The proper solution to armed robbery is a dead robber, on the scene.

I just had his hand in a vise," I protested indignantly. "It wasn't like I had a dagger in his ribs. 'Hand in a vise' is simple assault or, in my case, self-defense. 'Dagger in the ribs' is attempted murder. My family did teach me the difference.

For many years a tree might wage a slow and silent warfare against an encumbering wall, without making any visible progress. One day the wall would topple--not because the tree had suddenly laid hold upon some supernormal energy, but because its patient work of self-defense and self release had reached fulfillment. The long-imprisoned tree had freed itself. Nature had had her way.

Trace started on his way again, this time taking the lead. "She's five-four and weighs less than one-twenty. Matt can handle himself." "Says the man with the black eye.

I lunged, low and quick, and drove about a foot of cold steel into his danglies. Hey, I don't care what kind of fearie or mortal or hideous creature you are. If you've got danglies, and can loose them, that's the kind of sight that makes you reconsider the possible genitalia-related ramifications of your actions real damned quick.

What's with that?" Butters screamed, his voice high and frightened. "Just covering his head with his arms? Didn't he see the lawyer in the movie?

I... drew out the gun I kept at home, a great big old Dirty Harry Callahan number that weighed about seventy-five thousand pounds.