Quotes About Challenge

The fire of my tribulations had not simply been pain to be endured. It had been an agent of transformation. After all that I'd been through, I'd changed. Not for the worse, I was pretty sure--at least not yet. But only a moron or a freaking lunatic could have faced the things I had and remained unfazed by them.

Which put me one step ahead of where I was, now. I had already killed the Nightmare-or helped to kill it, at least. Something about that just didin't seem fair. There should be some kind of rule against needing to kill anything more than once.

You want to play head games? Molly snarled, her blue eyes blazing. Let's go.

That's the great thing about being a wizard. I can always tell myself, honestly, that things could be worse.

I have a problem with creepy, dead, poisonous things. So sue me.

Race me back. Beat me there, and I'll tell you." I blinked. "What kind of kindergarten crap is that?" His grey eyes flashed with anger. "You want to know what it's like? Beat me down the beach." "Of all the ridiculous, immature nonsense," I said. Then I hooked a foot behind Thomas's calf, shoved him down to the sand, and took off down the beach at a dead sprint.

her look dared me to make some kind of chivalrous commentary. I didn't, and she didn't break my nose, by way of fair exchange.

The reward for work well-done is more work.

Come on, I said to Karrin. Head for the other boat. Should we? she asked. That Erlking guy seems a little..do-it-yourselfy.

Gandalf never had this kind of problem.

My name is Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden. Conjure by it at your own risk.

I had about as much chance to do that as I did of backpacking my car to the top of Mount Rushmore.

An old hatred. The hardest kind to resist.

Fuego! shouted someone on the walls - and for a second I was hit with a little sting of insult. Someone was shouting fuego and it wasn't me.

The last thing I had expected to use that cleaning spell for when I had laboriously been forced to learn it was a tide of poisonous scorpion monsters, but any port in a storm.

Same result, only I'd be steam-cooked instead of roasted.

dredged up a quote from someone I rarely agreed with about anything. "What's the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?

And you think you deserve to join the ranks of real Knights of the Sword," Nicodemus said, his voice smooth and confident. "You battered, scarred, broken thing. In my centuries I've learned exactly what is needed in a real Knight. You haven't got what it takes. And you know that. Or you'd have taken up the Sword before now.

You're reacted to the fear, but you haven't ever faced it and put it into the fight perspective. You have to make up your mind to overcome it.

Back-to-back, Bayard replied, and Grimm felt the sudden, wiry pressure of the other man's shoulders pressed against the middle of his back. I should be friends with taller people, Grimm panted. Bite your tongue, old boy, or I'll hack apart your ankles.

How about it, wizard? Cop? Maybe you've got stones enough to take it when I threaten you. I can admire that.

The only good thing about having your back to the wall is that it makes it really easy to choose which way you're going to go.

Octokongs," I pronounced grimly. "Why did it have to be octokongs?

Fighting is never good. But sometimes necessary.