4,593 Quotes About Fighting
- Author Leigh Bardugo
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Mayu watched the princess. “Are you close to your sisters?”“The way that kebben are? No. I love them, but we’ve never fought.”“Never?”“Not really. Oh, we squabbled. I think all sisters do. But we’ve never had a proper fight. Because we never trusted the love we had to carry us through. We have always been very polite with one another. What are you smiling at?
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- Author L. Ashley Straker
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Well, whatever happened here today...' he said, turning back to Popescu and donning his own sunglasses so he could discreetly cast his gaze over her figure,'...it was only the beginning.
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- Author Edgar Rice Burroughs
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If I sometimes seem to take too great pride in my fighting ability, it must be remembered that fighting is my vocation.
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- Author Nenia Campbell
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I guess we don’t get to fight for the fate of the world in t-shirts.
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- Author Sue Monk Kidd
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I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.
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- Author Cathy Burnham Martin
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I am a great believer in not pushing each other’s “buttons” just because we know where they are! That’s part of trusting each other. We need to trust that our vulnerabilities and challenges are safe with the person we love.
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- Author Craig D. Lounsbrough
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Are there so many words in the English language that we must somehow exhaust every single one of them in some blithering defense of some cherished opinion? Or, would it be far, far more prudent to simply shut up and live out that opinion in ways that the English language has no words describe?
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- Author Sara Sheridan
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Everyone was important during the war. Everyone. We worked together and we won.
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- Author Mircea M. Țara
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În timp ce lama lui Vel dansa, a lui Lied cânta. Sărea din scut în scut, creând o simfonie șuierătoare, vibrantă, o baladă a săbiilor, spusă de-a lungul tăișului, cu înflorituri de sânge, acompaniată de scântei și oase rupte, de carnea sfâșiată și de tânguirea metalului ce lua o viață. Era un cântec trist. Sângeros. Macabru. Și, cu toate acestea, un cântec despre viață.
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