Quotes About Fighting

I am hurt, but I am not slain; I'll lay me down and bleed a-while, And then I'll rise and fight again!

Fighting is going on inside the elevator', one of their soldiers wrote. 'It is occupied not by men but by devils, whom no flames or bullets can destroy. If all the buildings of Stalingrad are defended like this, then none of our soldiers will get back to Germany.

in combat, a pilot had to yank on his control stick with all his strength if he wanted to survive, and stamp his heavy, thick-soled flying boots mercilessly on the rudder pedals with his full weight as if he were kicking somebody on the floor in a life-or-death barroom brawl. In any case, hands and feet were too cold and cramped for gentle movement. The temperature at 25,000 feet was thirty degrees below zero, and the cockpits of the fighters weren't heated

Until the day she died, Emma Goldman never stopped advocating for the workers of Russia, and for the workers all around the world. She never stopped fighting for the common man who dared stand up against the state. "The fact is that the Communists are the forerunners of fascism," she wrote in 1933. "Neither Mussolini nor Hitler have made a single original step. All they had to do is follow and copy faithfully the steps taken by Lenin and Stalin.

To awaken to the living dream within one's life and remain awake in a world trying to lull everyone to sleep involves repeated struggle, yet also presents something truly worth fighting for.

A good day's filming at last... John Horton's rabbit effects are superb. A really vicious white rabbit, which bites Sir Bor's head off. Much of the ground lost over the week is made up. We listen to the Cup Final in between fighting the rabbit -- Liverpool beat Newcastle 3-0.

not standing there and taking it, being subservient to and trying to gain the acceptance of the bully. It means fighting back.

victim's avoidance of 'fighting back' and the bully's interpretation of this as a weakness.

We all die. Some of use are fortunate to die fighting for justice.

We all die. Some of us are fortunate enough to die fighting for justice.

I just want to do what I do best, and that's fight. I love it.

I love to hit people. I love to.

Good nature is a man's heaven, The cursing of the [furious] is painful. If you are skilled in speech, you will win, The tongue is [a king's] sword; Speaking is stronger than all fighting, The skillful is not overcome.

They were quarrelsome fellows and liked fighting so much, they even fought among themselves.

Havin' fun while freedom fightin' must be one of those lunatic Texas traits we get from the water - which is known to have lithium in it - because it goes all the way back to Sam Houston, surely the most lovable, the most human, and the funniest of all the great men this country has ever produced.

The nobles were fighting men, the descendants of fighting men. They were proud of their vassalage, a word we have tinged with derogation. But today most of us are, have been, or will be employees; no employee has the right to look down on a vassal.

I'm a fighter. I believe in the eye-for-an-eye business. I'm no cheek turner. I got no respect for a man who won't hit back. You kill my dog, you better hide your cat.

People are hungover from COVID isolation. Fighting seems to be the only option to eliminate boredom.

Separating religion from the state means that citizens will be able to celebrate their freedom in peace and the martyrs who died fighting for the soil.

Life had been hard on him, but he was still moving, and he was still working, and he was still fighting for those who couldn't fight for themselves.

Though her breathing had gone shallow, she moved like lightning, her legs scissoring to take out those of the stupid, stupid man who'd stood so close to her.

They are me, these women. They are the ones who taught me to see; I taught me to see. They, we, are the ones healing the Ginen story, fighting to destroy that cancerous trade in shiploads of African bodies that ever demands to be fed more sugar, more rum, more Nubian gold.

early as 1775, landless tenants in Loudoun County, Virginia, voiced a complaint that was common across the sprawling colony: there was "no inducement for the poor man to Fight, for he had nothing to defend.

So I would teach myself to live in constant uncertainty, moment by moment, step by step. I would live as if I were dead already. With nothing to lose, nothing could surprise me, nothing could stop me from fighting; my fears would not block me from following my instincts, and no risk would be too great.