Quotes About Fight

It isn't precisely that people will fight for what they believe. They will fight, instead, to maintain the match between what they believe, what they expect, and what they desire.

It's no wonder that people will fight to protect something that saves them from being possessed by emotions of chaos and terror (and after that from degeneration into strife and combat).

Why avoid, when avoidance necessarily and inevitably poisons the future? Because the possibility of a monster lurks underneath all disagreements and errors. Maybe the fight you are having (or not having) with your wife or your husband signifies the beginning of the end of your relationship. Maybe your relationship is ending because you are a bad person.

Companheiros, chegou a hora... Companheiros, vamos pra luta...

Life on earth is hand-to-hand mortal combat . . . between the law of love and the law of hate.

This world is a military expedition, an eternal combat. No doubt all chose who fought courageously in a battle are worthy of praise, but also there is no doubt that the greatest glory goes to the one who returns wounded.

Grimalkin was never meant to die in a warm bed - she should have met her end in battle, as a warrior.

each place I fight is home. My blades have a home too - in the hearts of my enemies.

The war against the dragon is not, therefore, a war against a physical monster, like a dinosaur, but a battle against the wickedness we encounter in our everyday lives. We all face our daily dragons and we must all defend ourselves from them and hopefully slay them. The sobering reality is that we must either fight the dragons that we encounter in life or become dragons ourselves. There is no "comfortable" alternative.

A stoat rushed at him, rearing up to attack him with both forepaws. Crowfeather ducked underneath its forelegs, and as the stoat landed, he spun around to fasten his teeth in its throat. He pinned it to the ground, his paws gripping it determinedly until he felt a warm rush of blood; the stoat went limp and he tossed it aside. Looking up, he found himself staring into the face of Nightcloud.

I know you!" one of them spat at Barley. "You didn't have the courage to stay with Scourge." "At least I had the courage to leave," Barley hissed back at him, rearing up to swipe both forepaws at the gray warrior's ears. "It's your turn to run. You don't belong here.

It flapped madly until Fallen Leaves killed it with a single strike.

It's coming," Jayfeather whispered. "A battle between StarClan and the Dark Forest, and every warrior will be called upon to fight.

I'll be proud to stand with the warriors of ThunderClan and fight him to the death.

I'm part of a ShadowClan patrol. I'm going to fight for my Clan!

I . . . I tried to tell Tigerstar that Scourge was dangerous, but neither of us imagined what he could do. Tigerstar offered Scourge a share of the forest if he would bring his cats to help him fight. He thought that once he'd made all the other Clans join TigerClan he could get rid of BloodClan.

Good fight last night," Mousefur rasped beside him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It almost made up for missing out on a battle." Fireheart scowled as Dustpaw added, "Yeah! Nice moves, Fireheart—for a kittypet.

This impostor has the power of the stars in his paws, and we have to fight him alone.

After what seemed like an eternity, Stormfur spoke. "You'll have to kill me first, Tigerstar." Tigerstar's tail twitched with menace. He signaled to Darkstripe. "Kill him." Horror shrilled through Leopardstar as Darkstripe leaped at Stonefur. She could hardly breathe as she watched Stonefur fight fiercely against the cruel tabby. Though half-starved and beaten, he managed to haul Darkstripe to the ground and dig his claws into the warrior's throat.

Well done," Fireheart meowed. "You fought like a warrior.

This is about life or death," Stripes interrupted. His claws slid out. "If necessary, our life and your death.

You must make it clear that we are ready to fight if we have to," he meowed. "I'd just rather fight a battle driven by real need, not empty fears.

I want to stay and fight," Mousewhisker was protesting. "Not with that eye," Tawnypelt told him. "I can see out of the other." "That's not good enough.

We're going to be warriors!