Keep Fighting Quotes Novels & Stories

“Protect the Don” These words kept the men motivated, seeing that their Don was alive and still fighting even with his age he was firing and hitting at enemies from all sides. “We can do this, yes we can do this men” My Tommaso motivated his men as he fired two shots at an enemy, instantly giving opening for his men to create an open ground for him to move closer to the room, but at that very moment a sudden thought stroke his mind.

Maddox lunges again, roaring defiantly, managing to catch one elder by surprise, knocking him briefly off balance before being thrown aside again. We fight on, desperate, furious, and exhausted. We rise only to fall, battered down each time, unable to reach them fully, but refusing to quit. Each blow we take, each painful impact against stone or wall or floor, only fuels our stubborn refusal to yield. “You won’t win this,” Malrick growls over his shoulder, eyes darkening dangerously as he sees our relentless approach once more. “Stay down.” “Never,” I grit out through clenched teeth, pain flaring sharply in my side, every breath feeling like broken glass in my lungs. “We’ll never stop.”

“Then you are still here and you are still alive and you are still breathing and that means that the war has not won and the enemy has not won and you have not lost because you are still standing and you are still fighting and you are still breathing.” Her breath trembled and her voice was small when she asked how long she would have to keep breathing and keep fighting and keep standing when the enemy kept coming and the pack kept losing ground. “As long as it takes,” I said and I let my voice carry the certainty that I had earned through nights of fear and mornings of loss. “As long as we are breathing and as long as our hearts are beating and as long as we have wolves beside us who will no

Bart warned him as he took a step towards us. "She needs to hear this, Bart!" Conor snapped at him angrily. He turned his darkening gray eyes back to me as he held me up. "Listen to me, Karen. I saw how much of a fighter you are. Don't become a quitter just because your Queen died. You have to fight on. If not for yourself, then for the people who care about you and who want to see you make something of yourself." He stared hard as I briefly thought about his little pep talk. I don't know if anyone is alive after these attacks.

When he could endure the pain no longer, he leaned forward, throwing every molecule forward with a punch against the air. “Keep going! Don't stop! Don't stop! Don't stop! You must have sweat equity! You can't stop cause you're tired, you can't stop cause you got your feelings hurt! Fight, Gerey, fight! You're gonna make it, you're gonna do it. You've got an unstoppable fire! Keep fighting. Let it out! No holding back! Don't - stop!” Sir. Oswic kept shouting hard at Gerey who kept punching, and releasing whatever he could into the air to let out flames, even if as little as that of a candle. “Keep fighting!”

Still fighting. And maybe that's worth something after all.

All the, all the desperate, exhausting effort of hoping when hope felt impossible. "You can do this," he said finally. "Because you don't have a choice. Because Chance needs you. Because giving up isn't an option. You can do this because you have to. Because he's worth it. Because, because love doesn't give up just because things get hard. Love keeps going. Keeps fighting. Keeps, keeps surviving even when survival feels impossible."

"You're still here, still fighting. That counts for something." "Am I fighting? Because most of the time, I feel like I'm just surviving. Barely."

"Can't keep fighting, keep killing, keep living in fear of the next threat." "I know." "So what do we do?" "We find whoever sent that message. Eliminate them. Then we hope that's the last one." "And if it's not? If there's always another enemy, another conspiracy, another person wanting revenge?" Von turned to face me fully. "Then we keep fighting. Because the alternative giving up, surrendering, letting them win that's not an option. We protect our family. That's all that matters. Everything else is noise." "Even if it makes us monsters?"

"Dakota Perez! Where the hell did you go? Where are my car keys? And where's the car? Did you steal my car keys and drive off somewhere? Where the hell are you? I'm warning you—get your ass back here, or I'll break your legs!" His relentless insults and curses echoed from the phone. Everyone in the room instinctively fell silent, listening to his tirade. "Seriously, all this fuss because I wouldn't take you back to your parents' house for the New Year! Was it even worth starting a fight over? "Don't get me started about hitting you. In my village, it's normal for husbands to beat their wives. How are we supposed to keep our women in line if we don't do that?"