The fight life, that was easy. This is a battle I have every day.
Before the start of the '76 Olympics, I'd had 160 amateur fights. I won 155 and lost five
It's tough to get out of bed to do roadwork at 5 am when you've been sleeping in silk pajamas
What are eight million dollars compared to the love of eight million Cubans?
They call Ray Robinson the best fighter, pound for pound. I'm the best fighter, ounce for ounce.
If there is one abiding theme in the gym, it's the withering work in the ring. Those not fit do not survive.
The best fighter is not a Boxer, Karate or Judo man. The best fighter is someone who can adapt on any style. He kicks too good for a Boxer, throws too good for a Karate man, and punches too good for a Judo man.
I am the greatest, I said that even before I knew I was.
A boxer is like a lion, the greatest predator on land, but you throw him in the shark tank and he's just another meal.
Champions are made from something they have deep inside of them-a desire, a dream, a vison.
It was the beauty that caught me and held my soul hostage... Remember those days? Had you smellin' my boxers.
I should warn you that underneath these clothes I'm wearing boxer shorts and I know how to use them.
Sure they say we (women) are life givers not takers, but guess what, most women can multi-task and be life givers and fighters. Boxing is not a life-taking sport. Boxing is not a violent sport; it's an art, a dance, a science. Sometimes the smarter boxer wins and sometimes the stronger boxer wins. Of course aggression is a feminine quality. It's a quality that exists in human beings whether they are men or women.
I guess we both lose the bet. What bet Thomas asked entering the room. Boxers or briefs Jeanne Louise answered. I was betting boxers and Elspeth thought briefs. Instead he went commando!! So be warned ladies, don't assume they are wearing any undies!!
If you envy me whatever modicom of success that I enjoy, you must also envy me my time, my labour, my finance, my anxiety, my frustration and my determination. Jose Sulaiman is the greatest boxing man that I have ever met. I think he is a knight in shining armour for the boxer, but I always insulate myself with the rules.
Boxing is a glorious sport to watch and boxers are incredible, heroic athletes, but it's also, to be honest, a stupid game to play. Even the winners can end up with crippling brain damage. In a lot of ways, hustling is the same. But you learn something special from playing the most difficult games, the games where winning is close to impossible and losing is catastrophic: You learn how to compete as if your life depended on it. That's the lesson I brought with me to the so-called "legitimate" world.
I'm a boxer who believes that the object of the sport is to hit and not get hit.
I was an OK boxer, I wasn't great, I was OK, but I loved the discipline of getting together every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, usually Saturday afternoons too, with a whole bunch of mates and training, very, very hard for about two-and-half hours.
Your grandpa was a boxer in his youth. Sexiest thing I'd ever seen, let me tell you. He wore these short little shorts, and sweat was always dripping down his hairy chest.
She couldn't take her eyes off the boxers. Mostly, she had a view of the back, but he turned halfway when he looked over. She commanded herself not to look at the front flap, which, of course, was exactly what she honed in on. He spit and put his mouth under the tap to get some water. All while just wearing underwear. All while she just stared at the crucial spot of the Action Pants.
I think I'll got to Thailand for a year and become a Thai boxer. I'm gonna train for a year.
They called me a 'rapist' and a 'recluse.' I'm not a recluse.
The will must be stronger than the skill.
I'm a Muslim. I've been a Muslim for 20 years. . . . You know me. I'm a boxer. I've been called the greatest. People recognize me for being a boxer and a man of truth. I wouldn't be here representing Islam if it were terrorist. . . . I think all people should know the truth, come to recognize the truth. Islam is peace.
Last of all came the cat, who looked round, as usual, for the warmest place, and finally squeezed herself in between Boxer and Clover; there she purred contentedly throughout Major's speech without listening to a word of what he was saying.
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