Quotes About Defeat

Seriously. She'd beaten that Unspoken One like morning wood with the same end result: an explosion.

The world could be a conniving harlot, as evil as a demon, but love would defeat her, every single time. Love never failed.

Puck the Undefeated had just become Puck the Fucked.

Face it. If I back out now, fear wins and everyone loses.

Play by the rules, and lose to a rule breaker.

One of the easiest ways to dominate a man is to demand something he cannot supply.

It doesn't matter that I weigh more than both of them put together. I know when I'm beat. I let Natalie open the door.

every time you lose, you die a little, inside. Not all your organs...maybe just your liver.

Football is a sad game.

Defeat is not the worst of failures. Not to have tried is the true failure.

There are many victories worse than a defeat.

In 732 Charles Martel, in a defining battle, defeated the Muslim armies, forcing them back behind the mountains and confining them to the Iberian Peninsula. Had Martel lost that battle, Europe would have been a very different place. It

Once an opponent fell into a pattern, they became predictable—and they could be defeated.

For years, everything done in France within a certain social class has had only one motive: fear. This social class caused the war, the defeat and the current peace. The Frenchmen of this caste hate no one; they feel neither jealousy nor disappointed ambition, nor any real desire for revenge. They're scared.

I know that I am more intelligent, superior, more valuable where goodness is concerned than those men. They are strong but their strength is temporary and an illusion. It will be drained from them by time, defeat, the hand of fate, illness (as was the case with Napoleon). And everyone will be dumbfounded. "But how?" people will say. "They were the ones we were afraid of!

But I live, I live , with an absolutely continuous sense of failure. I am always defeated, always.

Maybe there are times when one should welcome defeat, tell it to come right in and sit down.

She was her death now, that death which she had so much striven to emulate in life, which she had studied and practised and loved. She had succeeded, and death and she had converged into a single point. Who knew if that was victory or defeat? His last vision was of the white veil that hid her now. After all, and at last, she had become utterly private.

But by now anything was better than hope.

The wound with which she travelled vibrated within her. She thought, I shall never have what I desire. I shall become bitter and defeated and dim, and I shall never really paint, I am a freak, a crippled animal, something to be put down, put to sleep, put out of its misery.

Come in, defeat, come in and make yourself at home.

I'm just one long disappointment.

Who?" "Schiller. A German dramatist of three centuries ago. In a play about Joan of Arc, he said, 'Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.' I'm no god and I'll contend no longer. Let it go, Pete, and go your way. Maybe the world will last our time and, if not, there's nothing that can be done anyway. I'm sorry, Pete. You fought the good fight, but you lost, and I'm through.

Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.'