Quotes About Combat

Your body's really only meant to compete at the highest levels of combat sports for a few years.

We have the new greatest generation. We don't need as large a military due to the technology we have, the equipment we have outfitting our personnel. They really are storm troopers.

No sheth an sary' (No herb shall heal like blood on the steel)

You need to fight with someone...You call on me.

When answering the question "Who won?" "Peter. Damn mutant cyborg. He can run the fastest. I guess that's a good thing, since when people are trying to blow you up or put bullets in your ass, being fast is important." Lucas in Controlled Response

He was taught to focus on more than one thing at once, so he didn't have to tell her to stop to get her home safely. Not unless her hand dropped to his cock, in which case they might have a real problem. They didn't really cover cock teasing in combination with combat driving.

Play is battle and battle is play.

Johann Friedrich von Schiller

We must hunt the terrorists down and kill them. There is no other way to respond to those so committed to the destruction of life.

I would rather have this life of combat than the moral calm and mournful stupor of these last years. God give me struggle, enemies, howling crowds, all the combot of which I am capable.

We know we must win the war on terror to protect innocent people and the freedoms that define our way of life.

I've been fighting my whole life.

The life of the individual is a continuous combat with errors and obstacles, and no victory is more satisfying than the one achieved against opposition.

I've done jiujitsu a huge chunk of my life, and I try to spend a lot of time educating people on the nuances, the subtleness of the ground game. It's a big part of mixed martial arts.

Life is a battle of wits, and many people have to fight it unarmed.

The life of a wit is a warfare upon earth.

I had done a guerrilla in World War II, so I had some knowledge of, of the the village life, and the way guerrillas worked.

He plunged headlong into the tangle, hacking right and left with his curved blade. He saw the red-haired girl huddled in a narrow passageway between two houses. Her garments had been torn to shreds, and her flesh was raked and bruised. She was scrambling to her feet, still clutching the short dagger that had cut down a bandit. But before she could kick clear of her dead captor, another raider saw her and closed in.

Nonsense of this type is more difficult to combat than a solid lie. It hides in rubbish heaps and moves when no one is looking.

A bullet or two thudded into the soaked ground right next to me. My asshole froze, then jumped right up my throat as another round broke a branch by my left foot.

Yossarian knew that you had to be crazy to fly combat. But you couldn't fly combat if you were crazy. If you turned yourself in as crazy so that you couldn't fly combat that would clearly be the act of a sane person, so you couldn't really be crazy and you must fly combat. Yossarian knew all this and he recognized it as the "catch." It was Catch-22.

He has turned defensive boxing into a poetic art. Trouble is, nobody ever knocked anybody out with a poem.

Oh, it's hi-hi-yee! for the field artilleree,Shout out your numbers loud and strong,And where'er we go, you will always knowThat those caissons are rolling along.

As if toughening himself for the crisis to come, Roosevelt intensified his latest exercise routine, "singlesticks." Every evening in the residence, he and Leonard Wood donned padded helmets and chest protectors and beat each other like carpets. "We look like Tweedledum and Tweedle dee," the President joked.