Quotes About Toughness

I had that thing of wanting to prove I was a tough kid.

You're not going to win mental warfare with me. I am one of the mentally toughest guys, if not the mentally toughest guy in the UFC.

Looking back now, I realise that belonging to the family of a labourer actually helped to prepare my body for boxing. There were many times when my family didn't have enough food or warm clothing to go around. All this made me physically, as well as emotionally, tough.

A man was defined, in my father's circles, by what he could bear, the pain he could shrug off, the warmth or comfort he could deny himself.

No electricity, no hot water, no heat - at times, we struggled. We'd wake up in the morning and wash with water we heated on a hot plate. And we'd go to bed at night wearing skull caps, sweat shirts, and gloves.

We lived in Dudley, near Cramlington, surrounded by five pits: my father would wash outside in a tin bath. He was the hardest man in the village.

Deeply vulnerable and hurting within as you act tough outside. You do need people; you need them so much so that it scares you to death. You drive them away so they don't get too close; yet you regret it every time you do.

Hard times destroy the weak and strengthen the strong. Soft times weaken everyone.

I cant remember the last time I went in the ring feeling whole. The pain is something you learn to live with. Some guys don't and they don't last.

I've learned to be one of the hardheadedest cats in the world. I've learned that.

Anybody who sees me in person will see the worst cauliflower ears I think you have ever seen.

At a certain point, you get banged up a lot.

Team chemistry is what really matters, your team chemistry and team toughness.

New York's got a little rougher edge to it than Chicago.

I am one of those people that if you are going to say something, just say it. I take it on the chin.

I suppose there is a lot of toughness in me.

All the ranchers I know have had back surgery, operations on their rotator cuffs. They all have new knees. I'd like to think I belong to that breed, but I don't.

It was a nice face, a face you get to like. Pretty, but not so pretty that you would have to wear brass knuckles every time you took it out.

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive." I

How can such a hard man be so gentle? she asked wonderingly. If I wasn't hard, I wouldn't be alive. If I couldn't ever be gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be alive.

Marlowe," he said, even more earnestly, "I'll try hard, but I don't think I am going to like you." "I'm screaming," I said. "With rage and pain.

You think you're hard-boiled but you're just a big slob that argues himself into a jam for the first tramp he finds in trouble.

I still held his automatic more or less pointed at him, but he swung on me just the same. It caught me flush on the chin. I backstepped fast enough to keep from falling, but I took plenty of the punch. It was meant to be a hard one, but a pansy has no iron in his bones, whatever he looks like.