Fighting Quotes - Page 2

Oh sure, everyone else charges monsters and it's brave, I do it once and I'm a madman.

A conversation in which the two parties have different beliefs should never begin with the intention of converting the other party to your own beliefs. Every worthwhile conversation's goal should be to understand the other person's opinions and help them understand your own.

Well, it's true for every elder sibling, We have this supremely potent weapon "parents " on our side in such matters. In fact, such are the times when our maturity works wonders in hitching parents to our side over these younger siblings.

Great idea," I said. "Call the police. Call the fucking police.

Actually, they fought to fill the emptiness of their lives as they filled their empty glasses. They fought—not because the liquor was in them, but because it did not fill them enough.

Max?' he asked.'Yeah?''...What are you doing?''Shooting people.

have you killed me, false thief?

Fighting is like champagne. It goes to the heads of cowards as quickly as of heroes. Any fool can be brave on a battlefield when it's be brave or else be killed.

Peace ain't worth fighting for.

You ball up your fist each time you hear about an unfound injustice in the world. That makes me your brother.

I wanted to fix things, obviously. You know it’s like… the planets are out of alignment when we’re fighting.

Fighting external monsters is easy in comparison to how we fight those within us.

Regardless of what others may tell you, you only need two Mexican-Americans for a Mexican standoff.

And now, born from the ashes, she’s a warrior in bloodied black.

Do you know what I think?" Marcone said."You think we should shoot Nicodemus in the back at the first opportunity and let Michael dismember him.""Yes."I drew my gun. "Okay.

Sometimes you need to stop fighting to stop drowning

I’m not going to hide away and leave my friends to the corelings!” she shouted. “We’ll find a way to ward the Holy House, and make our stand here. Together! And if demons should dare come and try to take my children, I have secrets of fire that will burn them from this wor

Sometimes you can't fight. Sometimes, some things, you have to outlast.

Men broke into their homes, killed their families, threatened you--and you won't let them do anything for fear you'll be hurt. That's selfish. How would you like it if I took your bow and said I cared too much about you to let you fight?

Too much time is wasted fighting one self and life itself. Peace and fulfilment emerge the moment you embrace both.

The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.

One good punch from Rube on me would send the sky into my head and the clouds into my lungs. I just always tried to stay up.

Fighting is never good. But sometimes necessary.

Confidence is like a dragon where, for every head cut off, two more heads grow back.

On the line beside Describe your family, I wrote, "Bad."What is your favorite subject in school? "None."List three of your favorite activities. "Soccer, ballet, and fighting."Two of those favorite activities were lies but one of them was the truth.I am fond of fighting.

It is easier to fight for one's principles than to live up to them.

Being physically tough is measured by how many fights you win, but mental toughness is measured by how you react when all the chips are stacked against you, how fast you get back on track when life kicks you in the nuts. Any fool can win a fight, but it takes a person with true grit to never give up when all seems lost.

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it's made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

Don't get like these assholes and fall in love with the fighting. Then you're just setting off bombs because you like the noise they make.

Peaceful disputes are maintained when men sincerely believe that they are morally, logically correct about the issues at hand. It is when neither side is really certain that wars are instigated.

Is it me you're describing, or yourself?

In her head is warAll the time just warI put her to bedI bring peace to the world

That's right,' Mel said. 'Some vassal would come along and spear the bastard in the name of love. Or whatever the fuck it was they fought over in those days.'Same things we fight over these days,' Terri said.Laura said, 'Nothing's changed.

You’re a clever strategist, but not all battles require tricks. Sometimes the simplest way to kill something is to swim up to it and bite it in half.

As we all know, as if forever exploiting or attempting to exploit each other were not enough, a group of sane human beings who have just reached the end of a war against a common enemy of theirs will sooner or later start or continue killing and/or fighting against each other.

That’s what peace is, right? Postponing the conflict until the thing you were fighting over doesn’t matter.

The thing about learning how to fight is that— some of us are not born with that desire. They say some are born fighters; but they don't usually point out that others just aren't. Some of us are forced by life to take up arms and fight. Many of us are. The art lies in knowing when to wield those arms and when to put them down. I don't think it's a matter of pretending to be ideally unharmed by life and untouched by darkness; because that is hypocrisy. Rather, I think it is a matter of being true to your truth and learning when to fight and learning when to be soft. Hopefully, our soft moments in life will largely outweigh, outrank, and outrun our fighting.

There's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it's worth fighting for.

Warriors want a worthy opponent. There is no redress in fighting the pathetic.

Flowers and jewelry worked for most girls as a romantic gesture, but here I was, misty-eyed at watching him show my mother how to stab the shit out of him.

Always walk away from a fight. Then ambush.

I am obsessed with making every moment of my life full of value and substance. I’m constantly fighting for miracle and adventure, and everyone around me tells me to just enjoy life and stop fighting. Then I realized—I AM the adventure, and I AM the miracle. I’m fighting for myself, and I will NEVER give up fighting for who I am. If the greatest adventure is life, and the purest miracle is this very moment, then what the hell am I even waiting for?