Fights Quotes

Your most important fights will be the ones you knew that you couldn't win but you fought as hard as you could.

Friends are only friends when the fights don't matter because you understand each other better in the end.

The light of the Kingdom of God remains the strongest weapon for you to fight with in order to have a continuous victory over the enemies.

People that hurt others, only act on a pain they feel themselves.

Insanity is starting over a million times, expecting to feel the spark you never did the first time.

When it comes to fighting for your rights don't fold hands but turn them into fists.

I had that hole in me, that empty space. I could have lived my life with it, content enough. I wasn’t an unhappy man.”.....................The tears came now. He watched them drip down her cheeks, wondered if she were even aware they leaked out of her. “She was part of my life. You are my life. If I have a regret, it’s that even for an instant you could think otherwise. Or that I allowed you to.”-Roarke

If you want to call it quits, just tell me. Man up and say it to my face. Don’t just skulk around.

The way you argued with me, you would have thought that we were debating the existence of God or whether or not we should move in together. These kinds of fights can never be won – even if you’re the victor, you’ve hurt the other person, and there has to be some loss associated with that.

And then she realized that after that Christmas party, she didn't really lose anything, except respect for everyone.

Tell you what, why don’t we go ask her brothers what they think of your claim?”“I’d rather beat you to a pulp.

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.

There are so many battles worth fighting for. The ones not worth fighting are the insecure battles that rage in another person’s mind.

All problems, though appearing outside of you, must be resolved within YOU.

Ultimately all kinds of fights end at forgiveness.

Cautiously, he moved further out, checking the roofs, doors, windows. Nothing. He walked out further, keeping against the wooden wall of a building, just in case. His heart was pounding in his ears. Strange, isn’t it? You could be in hundreds of fights, but everyone always seemed like the first time. A million different things could happen, go completely wrong. Then it might well be his last. Where is he? Which building?

If your love for another person doesn’t include loving yourself then your love is incomplete.