Quotes About Fight

We're still on the run. That's for sure. Right on. This time we're on. And we won't stop till we win.

I'm going to beat it, ...it's hard...but I plan on being around for a long time to come.

It doesn't matter the size of the dog in the fight, rather the size of the fight in the dog.

It was a good pup, was that Andrew Jackson, and would have made a name for hisself if he'd lived, for the stuff was in him, and he had genius—I know it, because he hadn't had no opportunities to speak of, and it don't stand to reason that a dog could make such a fight as he could under them circumstances, if he hadn't no talent.

The pitifulest thing out is a mob; that's what an army is—a mob; they don't fight with courage that's born in them, but with courage that's borrowed from their mass, and from their officers.

the most ancient parts of the brain make no distinction between the external threat of the tiger and internal "threats" such as worries about the future or memories from the past.

I'd seen glimpses of a different me. It was a different me because in those increments of time I thought I actually became a winner. The truth, however, is painful. It was a truth that told me with a scratching internal brutality that I was me, and that winning wan't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind. In a way, I had to scavenge for moments of alrightness.

They fought like champions. For a minute. Just when it was getting interesting, both boys were hauled away their collars. A watchful parent.

One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.

First and foremost, we want a good clean fight. He adress only yhe Fuhrer now. Unless, of course, Herr Hitler, you begin to lose. Should this occur, I will be quite willing to turn a blind eye to any unconscionable tactics you might employ to grind this piece of Jewish stench and filth into the canvas.

I notice a deliberate change in my brother. He's harder. He has a switch, and once a fight comes near, he flicks it and he is no longer my brother Rube. He's a machine.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face." Personally

He is straight ahead, straight out, straight and hard, and ready to fight. Hope you're better than your brother, someone calls. It hurts me. Wounds me. I am. But not as much as that.

We're nowhere near young enough for the present war, but when the world war comes—we'll be just right to fight it. We are, after all, a superb physical specimen. Our feet aren't flat. Our vision is clear. We're not clubfooted or Marxist or nuts. We have no conscientious objections or anything of that kind. We're perfect.

Only through an inner spiritual transformation do we gain the strength to fight vigorously the evils of the world in a humble and loving spirit.

The time is here for me to leave this life. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith. —II Timothy, 4:6-

The time is here for me to leave this life. I have fought the good fight. I have finished the race. I have kept the faith.

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When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.

I'd done nothing but worry that every turn of life's wheel would bring yet another obstacle into my path; and of course, it was the worrying and the struggle that had always made life so vividly real to me. When we fight upstream against a rocky undercurrent, every foothold takes on a kind of urgency.

The life of an individual is a constant struggle, and not merely a metaphorical one against want or boredom, but also an actual struggle against other people. He discovers adversaries everywhere, lives in continual conflict and dies with sword in hand.

La vida es una guerra sin tregua, y se muere con las armas en la mano.

In this world, where the game is played with loaded dice, a man must have a temper of iron, with armor proof to the blows of fate, and weapons to make his way against men. Life is one long battle; we have to fight at every step; and Voltaire very rightly says that if we succeed, it is at the point of the sword, and that we die with the weapon in our hand.

The seemingly easiest and most sensible rule for a doctor to follow is: Always Fight. Always look for what more you could do.