Quotes About Challenge

Just once I want it to be easy and neat. But no, there is never a good decision. I pick what I can live with.

Julie was an issue riding on an issue and using a third issue for a whip.

But then I didn't run from my challenges. I met them straight on and bashed my head against them, until it left me hurt, bloody, and dazed.

Yep." Eloquence 'R' Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic—safer that way.

Is this you trying to cheer me up?" "What are you . . . going . . . to do about it?" I asked. "Your Wussiness?" He touched his index finger to my forehead. His voice was rough. "Tap. You're out, Ass Kicker.

Mahon's wife stared down at us. Her hands went to her hips. Which one of you idiots wants to explain to me what the hell is going on? With great effort I raised my arm and pointed in Mahon's general direction. Him.

Let's play who can be a better killer. My sword and I love this game.

If you put a door marked Authorized Personnel ONLY and me in the same building, sooner or later I'll try to jimmy its lock to discover what's so special about it.

Leaving what is safe so you can be more, Derek said. The cage is what the bird knows; the sky is all the things he still wants to do even if it's a risk.

As I walked back to civilization, I realized that for the first time in the six months I had known Curran, we had managed to have a conversation and part ways without wanting to kill each other. I found that fact deeply troubling.

There are times in life when sugar turns into medicine. This was one of those times.

Is there any chance you'd overthrow the tyrannical Beast Lord and his psychotic consort? Yeah, I want a vacation. -Kate & Curran to Jim

In diplomacy, like in great many other things, the rules of engagement survive only until one remarkable person decides to break them.

Failure happened. The trick was to accept the risk and try anyway.

I once took a city with five men and a lame goat.

Your horse is a donkey, your poodle is a giant wolf breed, and your boyfriend is whatever the hell he is. You have problems.

She pivoted on one foot, turning her sword. Fast. Her head snapped toward me. Dark eyes stared straight at me. I detected no fear. Instead it was a look of challenge. So not a mouse after all, but something more. This could be interesting. I'd let her dance in the dirt a bit more. She was fun to watch. She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing... Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.

I was midway down to the first floor when it finally hit me: I had just told the alpha of all shapeshifters that hell would freeze over before I got into his bed. Not only had I just kissed any cooperation from the Pack good-bye, but I had also challenged him. Again. I stopped and hit my head a few times on the wall. Keep your mouth shut, stupid. Derek appeared at the bottom of the stairway. It went that well, huh?

It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.

Is it going to hurt? You bet. Sergeant Major had a lousy bedside manner.

Why the rifle? Everybody knows you can't shoot." Who were these everybodies and would they like to stand in front of me, preferably within ten feet, so I could discuss this issue in greater detail? "I can shoot just fine." I just missed eighty percent of the time.

Behind him Kaldar nudged Urow's youngest son. Bet you he lasts at least thirty seconds. Um... Gaston looked at him. No he won't. Bet me something. I don't have anything. Kaldar grimaced. Pick up that rock. Gaston swiped the rock off the ground. Now you have a rock. I bet this five bucks against your rock. Gaston grinned. Deal.

Every time you see a problem and walk away from it, you set a new standard.

How is it that Raphael made more holes in you than in swiss cheese, but your assholeness survived?" "Raphael doesn't have a knife big enough to kill my assholeness.