It will not always be easy, but it will always be beautiful.
We as Christians are called to battle. The problem is, we don’t fight about the right things and we do fight about the wrong things. We aren’t getting in the battle that we should and so we fight over petty, insignificant things. Why? Because we are bored. We are soldiers created for fighting against the...
Three months ago, if you asked me, I would have told you that if you really loved someone, you’d let them go. But now I look at you, and I dreamed about Maggie, and I see that I’ve been wrong. If you really love someone, Allie, I think you have to take them back.
We feel that we are fighting for our lives and our livelihoods.
Poets, like fighters, both reap the benefits of roadwork.
When you are in a combat situation, you mustn’t let your mind be polluted by emotions like fear and anger. Simply accept the situation and react, even if you are facing impossible odds. Keep your head clear and you will be one step ahead of your attackers.
Fighting for peace is not the solution,but loving for peace is the solution.
I jumped between them holding my hands up in front of me to stop the onslaught. We would all sit down and figure this out as rational adults. We’d been adults for a century at least, and it should not be a problem. It appeared to be a problem.
Democracy is a brawl settled in advance by counting heads.
Most people say ‘You’re never getting an apology,’ but I’m still fighting for one,
It was just everyday living. With me, it was fighting, more fighting, and more fighting. Life then was simply the way it was: ordinary, not bad, not good, just regular. No stress, no strain. Of course, no one had much of anything, but we didn’t know that we were poor.
I always played hard. I played reckless. I did a lot of the fighting.
Performance has to be mainstream art. This is what I’m fighting for.
Whenever i see someone fighting me for no reason, I’m always highly impressed that God has instigated his anger against me, just as he did to pharoah against the Israelites, so as to cast me away into my promise land of fulfilment.
The attack came without warning, in the pre-dawn stillness on the day they were due to leave. A series of solid concussions shook the walls and sent Simon scrambling from his bunk. Max thrust a handgun at him, which he immediately fumbled and dropped.
For whatever reason, we are not fighting back when other teams give us a blow.
The road to hell was paved with the bones of men who did not know when to quit fighting.