Quotes About Combat

There are no rules in fights with girls. Just hurting.

I'm an emotional fighter; that's no secret. But it can be detrimental.

Ricky Hatton has no sense of anticipation of what's coming his way. You can teach him all you want, but he doesn't have those instincts.

I'm a fighter. We come from the beginning, no gloves, no rules, no time limits.

In a street fight situation, there's no weight division, there's no time limits.

Boxing is a noble sport.

Conor McGregor knows how to control distance well, but Anderson does it like nobody else.

Normally for me, it's not interesting. When do you see in the jungle, female fighters fighting each other? I mean it's not human nature.

I think I've become one of the best finishers in boxing; if I hurt a guy, I normally take him out.

Normally, when a fighter gets challenged, they answer.

I always break people's noses with the uppercut, not the hook.

You get notoriety when you fight.

Boxers are absolute novices in the clinch.

In war time, nowhere is safe.

It's great that mixed martial arts allows people to still be in touch with their animal side and duke it out in a cage, but I think it's important: we're still nurturing beings, and we should still have compassion for each other.

I look back at my life fighting and I can't believe I did all that. This sport is totally nuts.

The object is to hit the other guy and not get hit. I think the least amount of damage you can take is the best route.

I started this fight career with one objective. When I step inside a ring or an octagon, it is to beat the guy in front of me.

Being a black belt from the Nogueira brothers, I have the obligation to always defend myself well on the ground.

I've used guns in combat. On more than one occasion, guns have saved my life. But there's a big difference between a U.S. Marine with a rifle and a civilian with a gun.

I've been shot at on numerous occasions.

Red had a deep loathing of the night before them. He had been through so much combat, had felt so many kinds of terror, and had seen so many men killed that he no longer had any illusions about the inviolability of his own flesh. He knew he could be killed; it was something he had accepted long ago, and he had grown a shell about that knowledge so that he rarely thought of anything further ahead than the next few minutes…

The Give and Take Athletic Association lived up to its name. The hall of the association in Orchard street was fitted out with muscle- making inventions. With the fibres thus builded up the members were wont to engage the police and rival social and athletic organisations in joyous combat. Between these more serious occupations the Saturday night hop with the paper-box factory girls came as a refining influence and as an efficient screen.

He could see Bonzo's anger growing hot. Hot anger was bad. Ender's anger was cold, and he could use it. Bonzo's was hot, and so it used him.