Quotes About Challenge

Greatly he failed, but he had greatly dared.

ingenium mala saepe movent

It seemed to us as if fate was wholly relentless, in pursuing us with such a cruel complication of disasters.

Stand on your laigs you polecat, and admit you're a liar!

They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k 'em – 'cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can't remember anything.

It was the look which Ajax had in his eyes when he defied the lightning, the look which nervous husbands have when they announce their intention of going round the corner to bowl a few games with the boys. One could not say definitely that Lord Marshmoreton looked pop-eyed. On the other hand, one could not assert truthfully that he did not.

Trouble sharpens the vision.

Ohmygod. Did hell just freeze over? - Zoey Redbird when Aphrodite LaFonte tells her parents that Zoey deserves to be leader of the Dark Daughters

You know that prejudice isn't logical, which is why it is so hard to overcome.

Did you just curse? Isn't 'hell' - she air quoted - a cursed word? How 'bout you go straight there and see?

I just have to do the right thing, and recently I've realized that sometimes the right thing seems crazy to those who don't want change.

it's hard to march purposefully, or in any other way, when your thighs are screaming like Richard Simmons in a candy store- good God, stop the madness.

I really had no control over my cat. Hell, who actually had control over any cat?

In a series of events, all of which had been a bit thick, this, in his opinion, achieved the maximum of thickness.

He felt like a man who, chasing rainbows, has had one of them suddenly turn and bite him in the leg.

I don't know if you have had the same experience, but the snag I always come up against when I'm telling a story is this dashed difficult problem of where to begin it.

Half a league Half a league Half a league onward With a hey-nonny-nonny And a hot cha-cha.

Honoria, you see, is one of those robust, dynamic girls with the muscles of a welter-weight and a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge. A beastly thing to have to face over the breakfast table. Brainy, moreover. The sort of girl who reduces you to pulp with sixteen sets of tennis and a few rounds of golf and then comes down to dinner as fresh as a daisy, expecting you to take an intelligent interest in Freud.

I say, you don't know how I could raise fifty quid somehow, do you? Why don't you work? Work? said young Bingo, surprised. What, me? No, I shall have to think of some way.

I'm not absolutely certain of my facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare – or, if not, some equally brainy bird – who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneakes up behind him with a bit of lead piping

You see, the catch about portrait painting— I've looked into the thing a bit— is that you can't start painting portraits till people come along and ask you to, and they won't come and ask you to until you've painted a lot first. This makes it kind of difficult for a chappie.

He seemed to be doing his best to marry into a family of pronounced loonies, and how the deuce he thought he was going to support even a mentally afflicted wife on nothing a year beat me. Old Bittlesham was bound to knock off his allowance if he did anything of the sort and, with a fellow like young Bingo, if you knocked off his allowance, you might just as well hit him on the head with an axe and make a clean job of it.

We Woosters can bite the bullet.

More and more, it was beginning to be borne in upon me what a particularly difficult chap Gussie was to help. He seemed to so marked an extent to lack snap and finish. With infinite toil, you manoeuvred him into a position where all he had to do was charge ahead, and he didn't charge ahead, but went off sideways, missing the objective completely.