Quotes About Fight

I'm human, and we all make mistakes. But just because you're knocked down, you don't have to stay down. Get up and fight.

That was the best part of the Pride guys - they'd go out and entertain. They'd either get knocked out or knock somebody out; they were always trying to finish the fight.

I've been knocked out and come back.

I want that fight with Jarrett Hurd and I want to be the one that knocks Jarrett Hurd out and takes his belts.

My big fight is not in the movie and I don't understand that decision but I know he's right about it, whatever it is. Quentin did not hire me because I'm a kung fu expert; he hired me because he liked to listen to me talk.

Then you must be willing to fight," Mircea responded. "Life is not a gift, Raphael; it's a challenge. Rise to it!

I dinna think tis romantic when a man says he's willin' t' give his life fer the woman he loves. Give me instead a man who'd fight to keep us both alive and kickin'! There's naught rommantic about a dead man, beau or no.

If you'd just fight like you fuck, you'd've walked out of this room the day I carried you in.

That's weak! You don't know what caring is... Caring is love. And love fights! Love doesn't look for the path of least resistance. Hell's bells, Roderick, if love was that easy everyone would have it. You're a coward!

Life is a gift. You fight to keep it. You never quit. Never.

I wake up every day with a single imperative: live. By any means necessary. The only way Death will ever get his slimy bastard hands on me is over my dead body.

Have you been in a fight? No, let me guess; you saved a wounded dog, again?" I said dryly. That was the excuse he'd used last time. "I had a nosebleed." "Nosebleed, my petunia." "Petunia?" "Ass, Barrons. As in you are one.

You might be able to thrash your way out of a spiderweb, but thrashing in quicksand doesn't work. The harder you fight, the more ground you lose. Struggling merely expedites your inevitable defeat.

At the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the only thing she could think of: She head-butted it. Snapped her head back, then forward again, and bashed it square in the face as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that it made her woozy and gave her an instant migraine, making her wonder how Jean-Claude Van Damme always managed to coolly continue fighting after such a stunt. Obviously, movies lied.

I never avoid battle. Tuck tail and run isn't in my blood. Problem is, I only know two ways to fight: kill clean or kill messy—both of which involve killing unless I'm up against that feck Ryodan who can pluck me from hyperspeed and kick my ass ten ways to Tuesday.

But when you fight evil every day, stare it in the face, engage it, learn to think like it, you face a choice:Be defeated by the limits of your own morality, or summon a beast in yourself that obeys none.

I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

Accept that you're outgunned? Stay on the floor and don't even try to fight? What kind of life is that?

Sometimes when all hell's breaking loose the only thing to do is to break more hell loose.

They die like superheroes: cracking a joke. Like they're just going to get up tomorrow and fight another day. No fear. Balls to the wall until the bloody end.

Nothing is in my control. Well, there's one thing that is… Deliberately, I employ what was long one of Dani's favorite words, which I know irritates him. I'm spoiling for a fight to dump aggression, and we're both unbreakable

I relieved you of what you considered a despicable stain in your mind. Best fucking night of my existence." He laughs and shakes his head. "And you couldn't get rid of it fast enough. I didn't want to hide the memory from you. I wanted to cram it down your goddamn throat. I wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked.

wanted to force you to face it, to want it, to want me, to be willing to fight for what was possible between us with the same single-minded devotion as you fucked. Well, Ms. Lane, you've got your precious memory back. Will you throw me away now?

He's a soldier. We all fight in our own ways. And sometimes we do things we might not want to do." Otto hung his coat, then turned to look at her. "What you have to ask yourself is where you would be right now if he hadn't been there when you needed help. Remember Morocco?