Quotes About Combat

I was hoping he would get up so I could hit him again and keep him down.

Do not fight with the strength, absorb it, and it flows, use it.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Boxing isn't just about brute strength; it's about skill and outwitting your opponent.

My weight is not enough and strength is not enough either, so I have to take the fight by mastery.

The mind, if slackened even a little, will cause defeat, the same as fearing the opponent will make you unable to use full strength.

You think the speed of your fingers can match the strength of my fists?

Guerrilla wars, and even more so terrorist assaults, are conducted only by forces with insufficient strength to carry out a real war.

Our enemies, like the Grecian hero, have one vulnerable point. You have not touched it yet. What should have been their element of weakness has been suffered to remain an element of strength.

Aggressiveness was a fundamental to success in airtoair combat and if you ever caught a fighter pilot in a defensive mood you had him licked before you started shooting.

The conventional army loses if it does not win. The guerrilla wins if he does not lose.

Success in war was the only success that counted; failure was a disgrace to be wiped out only by starting another war and winning it.

What is needed [to combat terrorism], in my view, is resolve, not retreat; courage, not concession. Rather than thinking in terms of an exit strategy, focus on a strategy for success.

Flying through an army, sire," said Athos, "in all countries in the world is called charging.

parrying like a man who had the greatest respect for his own epidermis.

Alas, madame! exclaimed Athos, to-day love is like war--the breastplate is becoming useless.

Nature subdued must yield in the combat, the dream must succeed to reality, and then the dream reigns supreme, then the dream becomes life, and life becomes the dream. But

Why,' said he, 'does not the emperor, who has devised so many clever and efficient modes of improving the art of war, organize a regiment of lawyers, judges and legal practitioners, sending them in the hottest fire the enemy could maintain, and using them to save better men?

Not before I have killed you, poltroon! cried d'Artagnan, making the best face possible, and

And a single green soldier was plucked from the shoe box of reservists and replacements and tossed her way, through the air. She picked him up from the sand. The mold had shaped his features precisely, a strong jaw and a sharp nose, the little combat helmet and a sash of ammunition across his chest. Unlike

war was a dangerous business, and those who escaped death at the hands of the enemy often perished as a result of the dysentery and disease that could decimate armies.

The fever of battle burned hot in its heart; its brain was intoxicated with the wine of strife.

It fought, like the angels and devils, in mid-air, cleaving the atmosphere like a bird, describing a parabolic curve and descending upon its victim at just the exact angle of incidence to make the most of its velocity and weight.

sad to say, not all men that die are killed by me.