Quotes About Challenge

Maybe the new one would actually know how to write, instead of beating his head against a stone wall just trying.

Much of the beauty that arises in art comes from the struggle an artist wages with his limited medium. — HENRI MATISSE

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

Jumping from boulder to boulder and never falling, with a heavy pack, is easier than it sounds; you just can't fall when you get into the rhythm of the dance.

Hateful bitch of a world, it wouldn't ever last.

Ray, what you got to do is go climb a mountain...

It's impossible to fall of mountains you fool!

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain." Jack Kerouac

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain.

Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and flute boys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak…just like life.

If you keep this up you'll both go crazy, but let me know what happens as you go along.

But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.

There was something virile in her attitude toward tragedy, as though she were defying God to knock off the chip He Himself had placed on her shoulder.

We came down off this meadow down deep into a redwood forest then up again, again so steeply that we were cursing and sweating in the dust. Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and fluteboys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak…just like life.

This life is a test-it is only a test. If it had been an actual life, you would have received further instructions on where to go and what to do. Remember, this life is only a test.

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

He had been suddenly jerked from the heart of civilization and flung into the heart of things primordial.

But under it all they were men, penetrating the land of desolation and mockery and silence, puny adventurers bent on colossal adventure, pitting themselves against the might of a world as remote and alien and pulseless as the abysses of space.

On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over, - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again. It is not the way of the Wild to like movement. Life is an offense to it, for life is movement; and the Wild aims always to destroy movement.

Why didn't you dare it before? he asked harshly. When I hadn't a job? When I was starving? When I was just as I am now, as a man, as an artist, the same Martin Eden?

Chafing at custom's chain;

In the height of the gusts, in my high position, where the seas did not break, I found myself compelled to cling tightly to the rail to escape being blown away. My face was stung to severe pain by the high-driving spindrift, and I had a feeling that the wind was blowing the cobwebs out of my sleep-starved brain.

In a flash Buck knew it. The time had come. It was to the death.