Quotes About Obstacle

What's seemingly a simple thing can actually be the hardest to achieve.

Resistance is not a peripheral opponent. Resistance arises from within. It is self-generated and self-perpetuated. resistance is the enemy within.

Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt.

Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experience it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential. It's a repelling force. It's negative. Its aim is to shove us away, distract us, prevent us from doing our work.

Resistance's goal is not to would or disable. Resistance aims to kill.

The hill is a sonofabitch but what can you do? Set one foot in front of another and keep climbing.

Resistance is the enemy within.

Resistance is a repelling force. It's negative. Its aim is to shove us away, distract us, prevent us from doing our work.

Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experience it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential. It's a repelling force. It's negative. Its aim is to shove us away, distract us, prevent us from doing our work.

Resistance outwits the amateur with the oldest trick in the book: It uses his own enthusiasm against him.

Resistance knows we're about to beat it and it hits the panic button. It hits with everything it's got.

RESISTANCE IS INVISIBLE Resistance cannot be seen, touched, heard, or smelled. But it can be felt. We experience it as an energy field radiating from a work-in-potential. It's a repelling force. It's negative. Its aim is to shove us away, distract us, prevent us from doing our work.

I was determined to run, but my body thought otherwise. (Kinsey Millhone)

There was a certain, subterranean moral code in play, but surely, I could think of a way around that old thing.

That's what I told myself five hundred times: impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love. ~Page 133.

impossibility. I can tell you this much: the word is a great big log thrown on the fires of love.

her face like a seawall

I recall a story I love about Jung. One of his students came to him and asked: Professor, could you please tell me the shortest distance to my life goal? Without hesitation Jung replied, The detour.

Don't be telling me--can't be done. That's some god damney white talk, that's what that is.

If we wish to fight, the enemy can be forced to an engagement even though he be sheltered behind a high rampart and a deep ditch. All we need do is attack some other place that he will be obliged to relieve.

a man whose heart is set on returning home will fight to the death against any attempt to bar his way, and is therefore too dangerous an opponent to be tackled.

It's hard to see people properly,' I said, 'when there's a big shadow blocking the light.

His horse went sideways two feet for every foot it moved forward, but finally it could reach ground, and it surged out the other side. He took off his hat and waved it. "Piece of cake," he yelled. "Talk about a liar," Maya muttered.

What she hadn't counted on was the fact that she couldn't see a way out. Which would have been something she could manage if only she'd been able to pretend that she wasn't the problem. Because her being the problem implied the only thing standing between her and happiness was herself, and how on earth was she supposed to fix that?