Quotes About Toughness

Experience had taught me that warthogs who tough it out are better in combat than your natural gazelles.

It's been my experience that those with the toughest shells have the softest hearts

Already today I hit you twice. Once I knocked the wind out of you, once I knocked the consciousness out of you. Here you are back the third time. You call that smart?

I used to think you were weak and just didn't fight back ... but now, honestly, I think you're actually pretty tough. It takes a hell of a lot of strength to not complain and lash out.

Not bleedin' likely, Aunt Nanny Goat. I toughened my feet for karate—I can break a four-by-nine with my feet and get nary a bruise. Or run on sharp gravel.

Tough is what you do, more than it is how you feel about it before or after," I said. "You're tough enough.

Hawk looked at Tony without speaking. He had three gunshot wounds and still could barely stand, but

A BLACK CAT pushed through the cat door. His fine flat head was striped with scars, his eyes were angry yellow coals, and his ears were tattered from too many fights. One ear was cocked sideways from the time someone shot him. He circled Pike's legs, and flopped on his side. Purring. Pike picked him up and held him, the cat dripping off his arm as limp as liquid fur. Anyone else would lose a hand.

Pike hung up, and I stood in the center of the kitchen and listened to the silence. Someone had been in my home, and it made me feel creepy and violated and angry. I pulled out the Dan Wesson, sat it on the kitchen counter, and crossed my arms. "Let's see'm come back now." Acting tough will sometimes help, but not always, and the gun did not lessen the feeling that I was vulnerable and at risk. They seldom do.

Markov nodded and the steel fingers tightened into my shoulders like pliers. Alexei backhanded me with the Glock and a starburst of pain erupted from my other ear. Some days suck. Some days you shouldn't even get out of bed. I said, "Who is Clark Hewitt and why is he so important?

His hair was a quarter-inch short, his skin was cooked dark, and his knuckles were scarred and coarse. Hydeck

Bobby's cheek was swollen and beginning to color but he still managed a grin. Probably because he had a Ruger .380 automatic in his left hand instead of a nightstick. He aimed it at me and said, "Here's where I put the fuck on you, asshole." That Bobby. What a way with words.

Breathing hurt. He thought he might be bleeding to death, but he didn't have time to die. Pike

I don't believe I ever saw an Oklahoman who wouldn't fight at the drop of a hat -- and frequently drop the hat himself.

This ain't going to be no goddamn Sunday school picnic.

the Tariq who did not get headaches, who had once said that in Siberia snot turned to ice before it hit

Build: Vookworm, but tough

Never stand around saying 'Poor thing' and being pitiful when things are being killed. It makes them tough and harder to kill. Remember that!

Rub some dirt on it. S'll be fine." "Rub some dirt, then?" he repeated, unable to keep the amusement from his tone. "I like your attitude, lass.

You're not so tough. No tougher than the man whose blood will spill from your veins.

It's amazing and sad what we have to do to survive sometimes.

When I say it doesn't hurt me, that means I can bear it.

If only everything hurt as little as a blow to the face.

soft, and they don't flinch when you kick them…