Quotes About Fight

Always pick a redhead, Ee-oh, Manny said. he'll give you the best fight in the world. Redhead'll never quit.

If you want to fight evil, you have to climb down in the slime to do so.

Never violate a woman, nor harm a child. Do not lie, cheat or steal. These things are for lesser men. Protect the weak against the evil strong. And never allow thoughts of gain to lead you into the pursuit of evil. Never back away from an enemy. Either fight or surrender. It is not enough to say I will not be evil. Evil must be fought wherever it is found.

Risks? I have lived with the prospect of assassination for years. What risks? All men die, rich and poor alike. But if I am to die, then let it be while I fight, not like some bullock in a pen waiting for the ax to fall.

Aye, you ancients always say things were better in the old days, replied the man. I don't think it's true, though. I reckon young warriors look at you and are reminded of their grandfathers. Then they can't possibly fight you. Maybe so, agreed the axman. At my age I'll take any advantage I can get.

A man must fight for life even when he believes all is lost.

But the baresark loses all fear; his is all-out attack, and invariably he takes his opponent with him even if he falls.

We appealed to the conscience of the world. The world has no conscience. We have no one but ourselves. The fight. The struggle. The historic destiny. The return of the people. The cause: life therefore having a meaning and shape that eludes the rest of us in the endless wash of 'What the hell are we doing here?' In a single day, says an Israeli friend, he experiences events and emotions that would keep a Swede going for a year.

People always say that in England we lead shallow lives. Our lives must be shallow because we live in a country where nobody believes in anything any more. My whole life, I've been told: 'Western civilization? An old bitch gone in the teeth,' And so people say, go to Israel. Because in Israel at least people are fighting. In Israel, they're fighting for something they believe in.

choke on blood, if I speak. But then words well right up with the blood, I'm helpless to stop them: "I know you hate the mill," I tell him, and tears come the instant I speak. "I know you love baseball, and aren't doing what you want. But at least Vera fights. She says her dopey prayers no matter what!" I lean against the door, gasping for air and strength to finish. "All I want is for you to fight, Papa. To fight to stay alive inside! No matter what.

As sisters, they probably have closer to 99 percent in common, but they're not about to recognize that. They'd rather fight over what kind of pet they're going to get … It's an argument for its own sake.

Every fight for survival is really a fight to return to the inconsequential concerns of the mundane.

Curses aren't passive things. They'll fight back.

If we don't fight other people's curses, what are we left with? Just a swift fall to the earth, and where's the meaning in that?

An American will fight for three things.'" "…a girl," Sam said. "Yes. A girl, himself, or 'to save the world.

Jousting with an obvious hoodlum couldn't hurt.

Of course, the diary helps me as well. 'That wasn't your position on July 7, 1991,' I'll remind Hugh an hour after we've had a fight. I'd have loved to rebut him sooner, but it takes awhile to look these things up.

The resistant mice were able to mount a powerful defense, thanks to their immune system, even after cancer had taken hold.

Britney: You in a fight? Odd: No, It's an employment-related fork wound.

Hand-to-hand combat with three hundred pounds of screaming monkey menace is not my idea of a fair fight. My idea of a fair fight is one unarmed, toothless, nearsighted old monkey versus me with a Blackhawk attack helicopter.

Some of us give up on life with only a resigned sigh. Others fight a little, then lose hope. Still others—and I am one of those—never give up. We fight and fight and fight. We fight no matter the cost of battle, the losses we take, the improbability of success. We fight to the very end. It's not a question of courage. It's something constitutional, an inability to let go. It may be nothing more than life-hungry stupidity.

But equally you can't fight for a freedom you've forgotten how to identify.

So I might say to her: look, the thing you have to appreciate is that we'd just been through a century of relativism and deconstruction, in which we were informed that most of our fondest-held principles were either uncertain or simple wishful thinking, and in many areas of our lives we had already been asked to accept that nothing is essential and everything changes—and this had taken the fight out of us somewhat.

True love isn't easy but it must be fought for, because once you find it, it can never be replaced." —Unknown