#fighting

I'm fighting against the bad poet who is prone to using too many words. ↗

— Wislawa Szymborska

#bad #fighting #i #many #poet

At the start of my career, when I used to toss and turn at night, I was fighting that feeling and wanting to go to sleep. Now I know that's normal, so I'll just get up and watch TV or something. I know it's just my subconscious mind getting ready for a game. ↗

— Sachin Tendulkar

#conscious mind #feeling #fighting #game #get

There was a ton of fighting between my mother and father. The kids would be thrown into the middle, to choose sides. ↗

— Nick Carter

#choose #father #fighting #into #kids

I'm a professor of media studies as well as humanities, and I'm an evangelist of popular culture, but when there's only media, then there's going to be a slow debasement of language, and that's what I think we're fighting. ↗

— Camille Paglia

#fighting #going #humanities #i #i think

Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother...' - A Girl Worth Fighting For (song) ↗

— David Zippel

#burn #disney #lyrics #mulan #mulan-ii

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer ↗

— Taylor Swift

#fighting #love #taylor-swift-red #love

But...what if I mistime it?" Gilan smiled widely. "Well, in that case, I'll probably lop your head off your shoulders." Horace and Gilan ↗

— John Flanagan

#horace #humor #ranger-s-apprentice #sword-fighting #humor

The next time somebody announces that he plans to get Medieval on your ass, tell him you're going to get Renaissance on his gonads. ↗

— James K. Morrow

#humor #medieval #renaissance #humor

I would spar with the boys at school. This guy I had a crush on, we called him Spitfire -- I gave him a bloody nose and lip, so needless to say the romance did not work out! ↗

— Ashley Greene

#fighting-for-love #love

My father was a Catholic, a coal miner in the Big Pit. My mother a Jew. A charwoman, when she could find the work. They didn’t fit in Wales. Nor in the U.K., either. They didn’t fit with each other all that well, for that matter. They fought every day for as long as I can remember and loved each other more than anyone I’ve ever known. At least they did right up till a night when he looked right and not left at a train crossing in Chepstow and ended up half a mile from where he’d started, dead as the Ghost. Looking for a job, he was. Turned out he didn’t need one. ↗

— Patrick Reinken

#fighting #love #wales #death