Quotes About Fight

Each little field [had] one gate … so each a little battlefield… So the Germans fought in that one, and when they got pushed out they fought in the next one." Patrick Delaforce, Royal Horse Artillery, 11th Armoured Division

A full and painstaking account of the day's fighting, from which this summary is largely derived, is given by Alfred Price in the work which gave this day its name. First published in 1979, it remains one of the best books yet written about the Battle of Britain.

dogfight' is 'Kurvenkampf'' i.e. turning fight.

Frequently renew settled and holy resolutions. A soldier unresolved to fight may be easily defeated...The weakness of our graces, the strength of our temptations, and the diligence of our spiritual enemies, require strong resolutions.

Our bodies are known to end, but the embodied self is enduring, indestructible, and immeasurable; therefore, Arjuna, fight the battle!" The Gift is not for its own sake. It is for the common good. It is for The Times.

He had fought like a pagan who defends his religion.

It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.

As for politics, well, it all seemed reasonable enough. When the Conservatives got in anywhere, [Judge] Pepperleigh laughed and enjoyed it, simply because it does one good to see a straight, fine, honest fight where the best man wins. When a Liberal got in, it made him mad, and he said so,--not, mind you; from any political bias, for his office forbid it,--but simply because one can't bear to see the country go absolutely to the devil.

May you always have ale enough to wet your tongues, wit enough to know friend from foe, and strength enough for every fight.

Mejor morir en la batalla que vivir como un cobarde.

To put it simply, the lizard brain is purely concerned with survival.

The crowd were totally behind him and it spurred him on, I was right in the heat of battle. There was only one to win; I dug deep and summoned up every bit of strength, I had in me to put in to one punch to see if I could hit the jackpot. I drew him to the ropes and put everything in to a cracking right uppercut and just missed, bastard!

There is no getting away from the fact, he is one of only a few screws in the system who are the real McCoy. Anyone reading this book who has spent time in Scottish prisons will no doubt agree, this chimp is up for it just as much as the prisoners. I personally would love to see more screws like him, as he doesn't bother with all this shitty report piss. If you want to fight him, he comes into your cell, one-on-one, man-to-man.

Everyone in the place seen me nut him apart from the ref, it caught him on the blind side. I tried to nut him on the eyebrow so it would split open, but I got him on the forehead. The crowd turned right against me, but I made it to the last bell and lost on a unanimous decision.

I must have been crazy for taking that fight, I should have told Anth to get on his bike, but what made it worse was I knew if I were in shape I'd have beaten him inside of two rounds. Some people reckon fighters must have a little madness in them, I reckon they might be right.

The prize is as big as the fight in you to get it.

Why hang about in long drawn out fights, you want them to be over as quick as possible and I was blessed with a pitiless punch that sorted the men out from the boys. The only drawback to having such a vicious punch is that my hands have been broken so many times over the years.

Evil is there, out there and in your faces! You have two choices, either run or fight! To run is to die a coward! To fight is to win!

What you fight hard for never let go of easily!

I moved in distance and as the fight unfolded, I landed a big, destructive, hard-hitting right hand (The Muckspreader) smack on the button and he collapsed in a (muck) heap on the deck, out for the count. His mates looked at me and never said a word. The big fella was asleep and wasn't moving… I had flattened him.

This extraordinary tale of madness, leading up to Stephen being sectioned off to the lunatic asylum at Broadmoor, also reveals Stephen's eventual fight to win his freedom from the asylum, which saw his legal team mount a successful challenge against the 'criminally insane' label that was keeping him in Broadmoor. Moyle's legal team successfully argued that he was either a criminal or insane, he could not be both.

He spouted out, 'Richy, I've just been talking to a bloke from Blackpool on the phone, there's a boxing show tomorrow night and they are desperate for a heavyweight. Will you fight?' I retorted, 'Are you joking. I haven't trained for four months; I'll be blowing after thirty seconds.' He pleaded, 'Howay, man. It'll be a night out down Blackpool.

Looking as sharp as Sweeney Todd's razor, Roger struck a formidable figure as he donned his smart clothes and tie. At times, he would often talk of the night of his career when he fought John Conteh. He took the defeat of that match very personally and would often punch out a drunk who scoffed at his midlands accent and his past pride and glory.

Usually with a couple of these shots the word 'Goodnight' would show up on their forehead, but he was still on his feet, but backed up and then I battered him with a flurry of combinations: right, left, right, right, right and a sweet right hand and he went down. For good measure, I booted him in the head and turned around and walked fast in to the pub away from the scene.