He follows me down, catching his weight on either side of my head so he can leer his face into mine, coiling muscles and immobility at me, “I want you to lay into me. Fight me.
It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.
Yay!' he said. 'Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!
The wonders of life...you and I are the light! Seek within...there is no one to fight…love is all…we are one…concentrate on bringing forth your sight...breathe deep…the universe is waiting for you divine ones.
If you can hear the bell for the next round, then you are still in the fight! Get off your stool and start swinging...never give up & never quit on your dream!
Your twenties are the time to both accept and fight your way into the person you're destined to become.
I didn't know you would be here last night, but you were. We can't fight fate. Instead, we must accept that fate has given us a special opportunity.
...what good would it do to shutter your windows, never dream of rainbows or find hope in promises? Why choose to walk away rather than hold your ground and fight for love?
There's not enough wrong with it to leave and there's just enough wrong with it to stay," Matthew later told me. "Fight to change it.
He understood then that neither time nor distance had lessened his love for her. But was love that made him ache with suffering truly worth fighting for?
Why do men create suffering for others and fight over material wealth? Naked we come into the world, naked will go out of the world.
If I were in a band, people at my shows would fight for tickets—that’s how much I believe in love. I’d call my band “The Black-eyed Peasants.
I’ve often been told I fight like a girl, probably because from the moment I whip off my bra, my opponent knows I mean business.
If you’re going to hit on me, please wear boxing gloves. I get it though, because when I’m dancing it looks like I’m fighting. In the face of violence, I’m just that gentle and sensual.
I have two masters: laziness and ambition. Laziness is muscular, and ambition is brainy. When the two masters fight it out, guess who wins? That’s right, the slaves do.
So we fell asleep holding hands. If married couples got to do this all the time, shit if I could understand how there were ever divorces, or even fights.
A few Paris blocks away I led a completely normal life with my sister & grandparents. And here I was sword fighting with dead guys.
The worse thing you can do in a fight is stop moving. When someone attacks, they create force, movement, momentum, but you'll be okay as long as you can see and feel the direction of that force and travel with it.
There are turning points in everyone's life when we have to fight, even if we have to do it by ourselves and in public.
Their conflicting sounds oppose one another, outdo one another, and fight to be better than one another. The crescendo of the heart being ripped to shreds, loves….
Something potent, something that fused them together, that made her beginning entwine with his end, passed between them. He'd marked her his. And she didn't want to fight it.
