Keep Fighting Quotes Novels & Stories

“We can’t keep fighting. We can’t keep pretending like we have a chance.” I clenched my fists, my teeth gritting together. It was the same speech every day, every night. We couldn’t fight back anymore, couldn’t do anything but sit here and wait for our death. But I refused to accept that. “We can’t just give up,” I told them, my voice harsh, desperate. “We haven’t tried everything. We can still...”

“Want it SO much more than the others. We are winning this thing. I’ll f*cking crush them with my bare hands if I have to” Maxim and Millie just blink at me, before glancing at each other briefly. They have never really gotten such a peptalk from me. It’s usually the other way around. “You’re right. We are doing this!”. “We are kicking all of their f*cking asses!”. I can see the fire returning in their eyes, and it makes me happy that I was able to help them for a change.

his voice trailed away. “And don’t you want to shut them up?” “I do...” “Then stand up and fight back. Don’t you dare back down! Not without a good fight. And give them something they’ll never forget. Shut them up forever!” ***

Something worth fighting for. Previous

Winners never Quit. So we just need to keep fighting for our dreams! No matter how difficult it seems! Just keep fighting! .... A/N : What do you think, guys? Take care....

You didn’t raise me to give up or give in. “Sir.” I reiterate the word. The training field has gone silent. The warriors are watching to see which Guardian will win this battle. “You have trained me all my life to fight through weakness. ‘The enemy won’t give you a break if you’re hurt or injured Cara.' Those are your words, not mine. That is how I’ve been taught. That is how I train. Push through the pain, push through the weakness, push through until you can get back on your feet. So that’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to push through, starting today. Sir.”

I sat beside him, my hand resting lightly on his back, offering what little comfort I could. “I don’t know how you do it,” he said suddenly, his voice breaking the quiet. “Do what?” “Keep going,” he said, turning his head to look at me. “After everything we’ve lost, after everything you’ve seen. How do you keep fighting?” I thought about his question for a moment, my eyes drifting to the floor. “Because I have to,” I said finally. “Because if I stop, if I give up... what was the point of all of this?”

Or a large burn stamped on his back would be the next big thing. He was fifty-two. Kneeing up his left leg, folding the right one underneath the calf of the first, he would rest one arm over the knee in a position of a graceful calm and stare ahead braving the eye of the abyss. And await the king's order. It hadn't come yet, the beheading, the bowl of sweet poison, the fall off the brink. He was ready for all and any, often imagining what the last moments were gonna feel like. Was it going to feel like a final release? Like a forever held breath, imprisoned inside this house of aches and heartbreak, of resist and desist, let go once and for all.

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Still fighting. And that would have to be enough.