Quotes About Self-defense

Any man who is a man may not, in honor, submit to threats or violence. But many men who are not cowards are simply unprepared for the fact of human savagery.

You punch me, I punch back. I do not believe it's good for ones self-respect to be a punching bag.

Mais, à ce moment précis, je me suis sentie femme, salement femme, comme je ne l'avais jamais senti, comme je ne l'ai plus jamais senti. Défendre ma propre peau ne me permettait pas de blesser un homme.

How shall Integrity face Oppression? What shall Honesty do in the face of Deception, Decency in the face of Insult, Self-Defense before Blows? How shall Desert and Accomplishment meet Despising, Detraction, and Lies? What shall Virtue do to meet Brute Force? There are so many answers and so contradictory; and such differences for those on the one hand who meet questions similar to this once a year or once a decade, and those who face them hourly and daily.

I have been played at being a HERO. But I could not bear how FOOLISH I felt every time I spared someone who was determined to kill me." -Elektra (Elektra #1, page 4)

The edge of the hand blow and the chin jab, if applied as demonstrated in this manual, will quickly convince the student that in a matter of days he has developed a blow that is not only as effective as a good punch with the fist, but one which permits him to obtain a knock-out under conditions in which it would be almost impossible to punch effectively with the fist.

I took Jujitsu for four years, which has no striking. My dad had me in Taekwondo when I was a kid, but I didn't retain much of that.

When I was a child, my father taught me to put up my fists like a boy and to be prepared to defend myself at all times.

Without a rifle you are nothing, worthless, you are waiting for death, any minute, any second.

For women not to fear rape because we can successfully defend ourselves against it is not anachronistic but revolutionary. For women to be considered as potential warriors (in every sense of the word, including its physical representation) is not anachronistic but revolutionary. If realized, it might imply a radical change in modern life.

Hell," Shane spit in disgust. "I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her." He tossed her the bat. Claire grabbed it and came to a clumsy batting stance, wishing she'd paid more attention in phys ed. Lillian screamed again and ran into the open doorway of Eve's room. Eve, coming up the stairs, screamed, too, for different reasons. "Hey! That's my room, bitch!

Guns don't keep anyone safe. They only equal the playing field.

I'm not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.

He also knows that a gun can't protect you unless you protect yourself mentally, emotionally, and logically. It's the punctuation at the end, not the paragraph.

Sometimes a girl who doesn't like guns is nevertheless obliged to carry one if she's got any common sense at all.

But personal safety at the expense of others was cowardice, and cowardice was a right only of small children who lacked the strength and experience to defend themselves.

If some hopped-up loser, desperate for drug money or violent sex, broke into your house, you could be killed five times over in thirty-two minutes. Consequently, most of these people were prepared to defend themselves—and with enthusiasm.

Membela diri adalah salah satu dorongan yang paling kuat yang diberikan Tuhan kepada kita. Kita diciptakan untuk bertahan hidup, walaupun jika kita harus membunuh seseorang dalam prosesnya. Tina

she threads a holster onto her belt and slips the 9 mm Glock into it.

She does not always carry a concealed weapon when outside.

There were two things a girl learned to do simultaneously at a very young age: knee a guy in the crotch and scream at the top of her lungs.

He said, 'If you're sizable, half the men ye meet will fear ye, and the other half will want to try ye. Knock one down,' he said, 'and the rest will let ye be. But learn to do it fast and clean, or you'll be fightin' all your life.' So he'd take me to the barn and knock me into the straw until I learned to hit back.

If it was killing-and it was- then I thought it not murder, but a justifiable homicide, undertaken in desperate self defense.

So I reached down into my workbasket, took my wee knife from its sheath, and went for his balls