Quotes About Fighting

I'd rather fight named fighters and Fedor's somebody I've always wanted to fight and I think that it would be nice to be able to complete that kind of Who's Who of my resume.

I have a lot of big names on my side that I'm willing to fight, and I'm pretty sure they are willing to fight me, too.

When I retire, everyone is going to respect me for fighting the big names.

There is a narrative of 'Washington fighting' because it's interesting and it's drama.

Fighting, for me, is not a career - it's an opportunity. I'm going to take full advantage of it and do it as long as I can. As long as my body lets me and I'm healthy enough to do it naturally, I'll do it.

You do not make your enemy afraid by selling out. You make your enemy afraid by refusing to submit, by fighting for your vision, and by organizing.

Garrosh would learn that it was in how one fought, not where or when, that honor was born.

Which natural gift would you most like to possess? The ability to master other languages (which would have hugely enhanced the scope of these answers). How would you like to die? Fully conscious, and either fighting or reciting (or fooling around). What do you most dislike about your appearance? The way in which it makes former admirers search for neutral words.

Those who naively credit Gandhi with a conscientious or consistent pacifism might wish to ask if this did not amount to letting the Japanese imperialists do his fighting for him.

They saw themselves as rear-guard individualists, making a last-ditch stand against the twentieth century. They gave thanks loudly from morn till eve that they had escaped the soul destroying commercialism of the city. They were tacky and cheerful and defiantly bohemian, tirelessly inquisitive about each other's doings, and boundlessly tolerant. When they fought, at least it was with fists and bottles and furniture, not lawyers.

When the images of power overshadow the reality, those without power find themselves fighting phantoms.

These dogs are not fighting. Yes they are. Like the paintings we saw in the Louvre, said Lucien. Gecko-Roman wrestling Father called it. Ah, of course, said Pissarro, as if it had become clear. Yes, Gecko-Roman dog wrestling. Superb! I presume you haven't shown your wrestling dogs to Madame Lessard, then.

He and two of the older monks who had been soldiers devised for Joshua a regimen of weaponless fighting that involved no offense or striking at all, but instead channeled the energy of an attacker away from oneself. Since the new art was practiced only by Joshua (and sometimes myself), the monks called it Jew-dô, meaning the way of the Jew.

If any honor existed in war, it was in fighting to protect others from harm

Sometimes you have to stand and fight. Sometimes running away isn't an option.

They have not the heart for this battle. So think of your families, think of your homes, and remember it is they you are fighting for.

If any honor existed in war, he concluded, it was in fighting to protect others from harm.

Because," said Sparrow, massaging her side, where she'd been injured, "I can't fight like this." "You shouldn't have to. Besides, we've got the UMC with us." Sparrow snorted. "You grow up on a colony or what?" "Yeah. What's that got to do with it?" "Then you ought to know you can't offload responsibility on someone else. You have to be able to take care of yourself when shit goes down.

he had sixty thousand as good soldiers as ever trod the earth; better than any European soldiers, because they not only worked like a machine but the machine thought. European armies know very little what they are fighting for, and care less.

Military men say that troops can stand twenty percent losses; more than that, they go to pieces. But we had many an outfit with only twenty percent survivors and they went on fighting.

They think that we are too old and useless. They forget that we, too, have earned the right to live! So I say if we are going to die, my friend, let us die trying, not sitting.

After fighting for four long years, we were completely surprised by the Soviets' efforts to absorb Eastern Europe, and their rejection of almost all wartime assurances of elections to come.

A rebel instead of a dreamer. Daddy had given Loreda words; it was actions that mattered. She knew that now. Leaving. Staying. Fighting. Or walking away.

rebel instead of a dreamer. Daddy had given Loreda words; it was actions that mattered. She knew that now. Leaving. Staying. Fighting. Or walking away.