Unbroken Spirit Quotes

I have not yet begun to fight!

The Cuban people have an amazingly strong and unbroken spirit.

Another point of extraordinary importance is that, in all the history of Japan since the beginning, the country ‘has never once felt the shame of foreign conquest.’

No matter what anyone says or does, my task is to be emerald, my color undiminished.

You haven't broken me Taker, you haven't broken me, I'm still standing.

Nothing that's ever happened has taken away the optimist in me. It's always, "Whatever-let's go to Disneyland." Yes, I have my bleak, tortured-artist moments, but you have to hold on to what's positive.

Still I rise Still I fight Still I might crack a smile Keep my eyes on the prize See my haters tell em hi

When a man dies, flesh is frayed and broken in the fire, but not his will.

The soul may not be destroyed. The soul goes on forever. Like the number pi, it is without cessation or conclusion. Like pi it is a constant. Pi is an irrational number, incapable of being made into a fraction, impossible to divide from itself. So, too, the soul is an irrational, indivisible equation that perfectly expresses one thing: you.

A stout heart may be ruined in fortune but not in spirit.

I want to go to my grave a free man. Surviving against giants-that's victory.

My will, my faith and my body have been challenged, but make no mistake, my heart is strong and my resolve to fight will never be broken.

Hope . . . never stops at all.

I still have plenty of fight left in me.

But I despised men who accepted their fate. I shaped mine twenty times and had it broken twenty times in my hands.

I was a skeleton compared to what I used to be, but it didn't matter. Nothing really mattered except remaining unbroken.

The stone is strong. Bran told himself, the roots of the trees go deep, and under the ground the Kings of Winter sit their thrones. So long as those remained, Winterfell remained. It was not dead, just broken. Like me, he thought. I'm not dead either.

Even in the winter, in the midst of the storm, the sun is still there. Somewhere above the clouds, it still shines and warms and pulls at the life buried deep inside the brown branches and frozen earth.

My enemies can take what they want, but my life is mine and so long as I breathe, it has value. I won't ever give up. Not again.

I understood that centuries of chains and lashes will not kill the spirit of man nor the sense of truth within him.

I have a penchant for playing characters that have been victimized repeatedly and still stood their ground and still remained unembittered.

He that is taken and put into prisoner chains is not conquered, though overcome; for he is still an enemy.

In spite of all the dishonour, the broken standards, the broken lives, The broken faith in one place or another, There was something left that was more than the tales Of old men on winter evenings.

Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.