Quotes About Fight

Many as we are we're all as one We will always be up front to face the gun And we shall always hold the promise dear And we will whisper not, the littlest tear. Punished as we are we always fight Even to the armoured eyes of spite. Trusted as we are we'll never bleed The promise is so great within our creed.

You couldn't live other people's lives?you could only fight for your own and struggle to survive.

Every man, who has fought in a battle, is now ash, every sword has been eaten by rust, but the lessons still must be learned

I came to these lands because when a man threatens me and I look away, he has taken something important from me. If I fight and die, all he can take is my life. My courage, my dignity remain. Shall I do less for the nation I have made? Shall I allow them less honor than I claim for myself?

But I came to these lands because, when a man threatens me and I look away, he has taken something important from me. If I fight and die, all he can take is my life. My courage, my dignity, remain.

Fight for every breath and every step.

She is in full delirium. But delirium is the antithesis of death; it is the body's struggle to survive. ("Jane Brown's Body")

We're going to fight this battle with everything we have, and we will probably lose. But then we will fight it again, and we will lose a little less, for this battle will win us many supporters. And then we'll lose *again*. And *again*. And we will fight on. Because as hard as it is to win by fighting, it's impossible to win by doing nothing.

It simply means that within every man, God has planted a divine desire to fight for righteousness.

All couples fight, but healthy couples fight fair. Unhealthy couples fight dirty, with below-the-belt jabs, sucker punches, angry accusations, and bitter grudges. Healthy couples fight for resolution. Unhealthy couples fight for personal victory. Dr.

I couldn't help but make a growling noise. "How long does she have?" "I don't know, but the airspace in her chest cavity is growing and has collapsed the lung; it's now crowding her heart, Walter, to the point that it will no longer be able to pump the blood needed to keep her alive." I set my jaw. "Well, we're going to have to get all western on this, aren't we?

I just don't understand any of it. I guess I've fought so hard to keep my life that I can't conceive of a situation where I'd voluntarily give it up.

Living history is thrilling, especially in an eloquent city, in a talkative town, in a place where people fought to get here, fought to stay here, fought to get out.

The Hero cares not for a wild winter's storm. For it carries him swift on the back of the storm. All may be lost and our hearts may be worn, but a Hero fights forever.

You had to be willing to fight in order for a love story to last a life time.

As long as there is one single child on the cross of pain, and indignity, of suffering, and futurelessness, I will stand up and I will fight for that child—a crucified child is my child. That is what solidarity means: every child on a cross is my child.

Once you realized just how valuable some things—some people—were, you'd fight even the devil to get them back. For her, he'd fight anyone. Everyone.

You have to fight to live.

Oh that was good. Reminded her why she'd gone with him that first night. He'd been tall, strong, and she'd taken one look at him and realized-The kind of man who never fears. A man who fights. Who wins. A guy strong enough to face the dark with her.

for these men have given their bodies to be trained to fight. They are going to fight for freedom and justice; they are going to fight for their country; they are going to fight for me. Yes, it comes to that. They are going to fight—and perhaps die—for me and mine, and I can do nothing to show my gratitude. I cannot do anything at all for them.

A man is not a man nowadays," he cried with passionate bitterness. "Or at least he may not behave like one. He must bow his head to injustice, he must keep the law—even when he knows it to be false and unjust. Men fight with their tongues now, with lies and deceit. In the old days life was free and simple.

It was not the passion that was new to her, it was the yearning adoration. She knew she had always feared it, for it left her helpless; she feared it still, lest if she adored him too much, then she would lose herself, become effaced, and she did not want to be effaced, a slave, like a savage woman. She must not become a slave. She feared her adoration, yet she would not at once fight against it.

Love is never a fulfillment. Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.

The world is a dysfunctional place in so many ways. It is unstable. So even though that chaos can be reflected in our own homes, I suppose we have to fight that by creating our own versions of safety, which can also turn into ignoring the state of the world.