Determination that is incorruptible
From the other side
A terror to behold
Annihilation will be unavoidable
Every broken enemy will know
That their opponent had to be invincible
Take a last look around while you're alive
I'm an indestructible master of war
Medical science should study Michael Myers, the monster who has made the last two decades a living hell for Laurie Strode. Here is a man who feels no pain. He can take a licking and keep on slicing. In the latest ''Halloween'' movie he absorbs a blow from an ax, several knife slashes, a rock pounded on the skull, a fall down a steep hillside, and being crushed against a tree by a truck. Whatever he's got, mankind needs it.
"He tasks me. He tasks
me, and I shall have him. I'll chase him 'round the Moons of Nibia, and 'round the Antares Maelstrom, and 'round Perdition's flames before I give him up."
"Zuko does not give up. He doesn't quit. He doesn't get bored. For all I know, he doesn't even sleep. You can smack him with a boomerang. Freeze him in ice. Dump him in the ocean. Blast him into a wall hard enough to leave little Zuko-shaped dents! And Aang's done that. Lots of times. He. Doesn't. Stop."
"We hold them here or we fight them on the hallowed ground of Terra itself. I for one would rather see a million human lives lost here than allow a single Ork to set foot on Earth."
They are the Nazgul, Ringwraiths, neither living nor dead. At all times they feel the presence of the Ring, drawn to the power of the One. They will never stop hunting you.
"No matter how many stones you throw into the water... However much you step upon a shadow... The water does not vanish, nor does the shadow."
You cannot kill hate. Not hate on the scale of Alma.
I WILL FIND YOU AGAIN, SHEPARD.
"You canít make a deal with him. Even if you gave him the money back heíd still kill you just for inconveniencing him... Heís a peculiar man. Heís not like you, heís not even like me."
"Not yet Snake, it's not over yet."
The feisty mailwoman is still chasing you. Unbelievable. She hardly seems to care at all that something is causing reality to shatter around you. For a moment, you thought you and she might be able to reach an uneasy truce. To stand together if only for a moment and assess the ominous cracks spreading through the void. Maybe even take some time to get to know each other a little, and try to bury the hatchet? You are so tired of running.
But no. She is as furious as ever. What did you even do? Just a couple of routine murders, which was TWO YEARS AGO already. The ring hath no fury, you swear. She is never going to stop. Her delivery is justice, and as you know all too well, nothing stops the mail.
"No one could withstand him. Thatís truth enough. No one could ever withstand Gregor."
"Surprise, surprise..." Alan Dunaway:
"Wild Dog!" Wesley Lambert:
"Don't you ever die?"