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We must fight our way to victory on a sea of blood and a horizon of fire.
And it's often in those battles that we are most alive: it's on the frontlines of our lives that we earn wisdom, create joy, forge friendships, discover happiness, find love, and do purposeful work. If you want to win any meaningful kind of victory, you'll have to fight for it.
To achieve victory we must mass our forces at the hub of all power and movement. The enemy's center of gravity
In the chaos of sentiments and passions which defend a barricade, there is something of everything; there is bravery, youth, honor, enthusiasm, the ideal, conviction, the eager fury of the gamester, and above all, intervals of hope.
invasion by night
Without a battle there is no victory.
there is no victory without a battle.
There is no holier spot of ground than where defeated valor lies by mourning beauty crowned
In this game you only lose when you fight back
The fate of a battle is the result of a moment, of a thought: the hostile forces advance with various combinations, they attack each other and fight for a certain time; the critical moment arrives, a mental flash decides, and the least reserve accomplishes the object.
Victory in combat is like sex with a prostitute. For a moment you forget everything in the sudden physical rush, but then you have to pay your money to the woman showing you the door. You see the dirt on the walls and your sorry image in the mirror.
This fight coming is not a battle of weapons, but a battle of wills.
Fights were recounted, battles won amid wars sure to be lost; hope was clung to; families were both celebrated and denounced;
The Warrior Elite,
The world is full of warfare 'twixt the evil and the good;I watched the battle from afar as one who understoodThe shouting and confusion, the bloody, blundering fight-How few there are that see it clear, how few that wage it right!
Battledore and shuttlecock's a wery good game, vhen you an't the shuttlecock and two lawyers the battledores, in which case it gets too exciting to be pleasant.
There's no reality without battles and no future without fights.
The Commanding Heights
If you wish to survive, you have to win the battle.
Character is victory organized.
In the Bhagavad-Gita, a dialogue ensues in the middle of a battlefield, symbolizing the battlefield of life which we are fighting through our illusions.
The will to victory may be demonstrated in places other than actual battle.
War: that mad game the world so loves to play.
When the world's fate is at stake, a new breed of warriors will come...
Often a battle is lost and progress is conquered. There is less glory and more liberty. The drum holds its peace; reason takes the word. It is a game in which he who loses wins.
When both sides of a controversy revel in the defeat and humiliation of the other side, in fact they are on the same side: the side of war.
The world has been your battlefield. Everywhere you go, the blood of brothers and sons screams out against you. Perhaps you cannot yet hear it, because this soil is not your own. But you will ... you will.
The men and women, who desire to obtain seats in the celestial kingdom, will find that they must battle everyday.
The whole terrible fight occured in the area of imagination. That is the precise location of our battlefield. It is there, that we experience our victories and defeats.
Every thought is a battle, every breath is a war, and I don't think I'm winning anymore,
To set the cause above renown, To love the game beyond the prize, To honor, while you strike him down, The foe that comes with fearless eyes To count the life of battle good and dear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood ...
Everything is a battle with this band.
The greatest battles are fought in the mind.
War is more than battles, and battles are more than violence.
Every combat is the bloody and destructive measuring of the strength of forces, physical and moral; whoever at the close has the greatest amount of both left is the conqueror.
The edge of the conflict swayed to and fro, with wild whirlpools and eddies. At times I saw around me more of the enemy than of my own men; gaps opening, swallowing, closing again with sharp convulsive energy. All around, a strange, mingled roar.
The dance of battle is always played to the same impatient rhythm. What begins in a surge of violent motion is always reduced to the perfectly still.
Lifting my face from the dirt, I notice that I am below a dome filled with wild monsters and creatures that aren't even close to human. I stand in a dazed state momentarily, until a hot laser grazes my cheek. I am in an arena, and this is a fight to the death.
There's a war going on outside no man is safe from.
You can run but you can't hide forever.
To conquer the land we need to win a battle
Behold a contest worthy of a god, a brave man matched in conflict with adversity.
Rise up oh heart, for there is another battle to win.
[Warfare is] maleness in its absurdest extremes. Here is to be studied the whole gamut of basic masculinity, from the initial instinct of combat, through every form of glorious ostentation, with the loudest accompaniment of noise.
Sieges weathered, fight together, friends forever.
Speed of lightning! Roar of thunder! Fighting all who rob or plunder! Underdog!
A battle is a terrible conjugation of the verb to kill: I kill, thou killest, he kills, we kill, they kill, all kill.
We're in the vanguard of a nameless battle, a battle without arms or bloodshed or glory: we're in the vanguard of waiting.
This is the continuation of the Clash of Clans
For after the Battle comes quiet.
Every soul is a battlefield.
MAN THE BATTLE STATIONS! Someone's coming who wants to reason with us.
Victories turned inside out
But no surrender
Cemeteries of remorse
The beaten champion sobbing
Ghosts move in to shield his tears
This life is a battlefield and not a recreational centre
fierce lovers.
and battle warriors
both come
from the same place.
there is bound
to be,
some bloodshed.
Modern war is fought by a number of strong, sweaty horsemen with constipation, who have their eyes on power, on wealth and on glory, and who obey the rules just when it pleases them.
The biggest battle is the war against ignorance.
My outlook on warfare is best illustrated by a cartoon I did some thirty-odd years ago of a soldier in an Italian foxhole reading about the Normandy invasion and observing to his buddy that: The hell this ain't the most important hole in the world . I'm in it.
Forces of good and evil are massed and armed and opposed as rarely before in history. Freedom is pitted against slavery; lightness against the dark ... In the final choice, a soldier's pack is not so heavy a burden as a prisoner's chains.
The field of battle is my temple. The swordpoint is my priest. The dance of death is my prayer. The killing blow is my release.
Life's battle is a conquest for the strong; The meaning shows in the defeated thing.
Nothing in the world is as fearsome as a bloody, battered opponent who will never surrender.
The youth were to be trained to be the vanguard of the next battlefront, whatever that was. I knew within my heart that the Gibson experiment in city hall would attract enemies, so I intended to teach these young people how to fight on this new battlefield.
Artillery conquers and infantry occupies.
Battles, in these ages, are transacted by mechanism; with the slightest possible development of human individuality or spontaneity; men now even die, and kill one another, in an artificial manner.
Why is it that all battles are fought in the middle of the night, in downpouring rain, and at the corners of four different maps?
We are engaged in a struggle that is fought on many fronts and in many forms.
There was no pride, pomp, or circumstance of glorious war in this poor, domestic strife, this seemingly sordid and unheroic, miserably unheroic, yet high, eternal contest!
There is a fierce battle in this world for our time.
Some battles, a woman has to fight on her own
I had come looking for a parade, for a military review of champions marching in ranks. Instead I was left with a brawl of ancestors, a herd of dissenters, sometimes marching together but just as often marching away from each other.
Houses, trees and fields of flax once flourished here. Summers had been blue with flowers. Now it was a shallow sea of stinking grey from end to end. And this is where you fought the war.
The mind is the battlefield.
You are not fighting for victory - you are fighting from victory. This battle has already been won!
A battle sometimes decides everything; and sometimes the most trifling thing decides the fate of a battle.
War made by age and fought by youth while age looked on and applauded and encored.
Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose
the time, and the arena, and the manner of our revolution,
but more usually
we must do battle where we are standing.
We must also recognize the new realities of modern warfare and the modern landscape of a battlefield.
We find ourselves constantly in battle in the vast human theaters of conflict.
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.
I believe in the battle-whether it's the battle of a campaign or the battle of this office, which is a continuing battle.
Soldiers falling fast
Battle of white and scarlet
Blossoms on the ground
Give way to your opponent; thus will you gain the crown of victory.
War comes home - invades it, literally - and every day is another combat. Only, there's nothing available, nothing real to fight. And you never know when the next attack will come, only from whom it will come.
This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.
Marine, eager but tempered by the fight
The enemy are only 50 yards from us. We are heavily outnumbered. We are under devastating fire. I shall not withdraw an inch but will fight to our last man and our last round.
The kind of match where your opponent wanted you to win while you wished for nothing other than to die at his hands.
A measure of victory has been won, and honors have been bestowed in token thereof. But honours fade or are forgotten, and monuments crumble into dust. It is the battle itself that matters - and the battle must go on.
The pictorial battlefield becomes a sea of mud mercifully veiled by the fog of war.
A battle? What battle? Jasmira shrieked.
A battle is won by him who is firmly resolved to win it.
I've got a war in my mind
War was about yawning chasms of inactivity, punctuated by brief, screaming interludes of action. And in those brief, screaming interludes, events happened both quickly and with dreamlike slowness, every instant burned into memory.
Conform to the enemy's tactics until a favorable opportunity offers; then come forth and engage in a battle that shall prove decisive.
A war that operates in every human mind below the subconscious level, like a computer program, constantly running in the background, guiding us to some eventuality." Kate
Life is fearless battle.
I am more than a battlefield than a man.
The spectacle of a field of battle after the combat, is sufficient to inspire Princes with the love of peace, and the horror of war.
Be brave, my heart. Plant your feet and square your shoulders to the enemy. Meet him among the man-killing spears. Hold your ground. In victory, do not brag; in defeat, do not weep.
All men can see the tactics whereby I conquer, but what none can see is the strategy out of which victory is evolved.