Quotes About Challenge

La vida es conflicto. Ésa es su naturaleza. El escritor debe decidir dónde y cómo orquestar su lucha.

in truth there's only one story. In essence we have told one another the same tale, one way or another, since the dawn of humanity, and that story could be usefully called the Quest. All stories take the form of a Quest.

They think life is A, B, C, D, E. That's just when life likes to turn you around, kick you in the butt, and grin: "Not today, my friend. Today it's E, D, C, B, A. Sorry." PRINCIPLE

If the story you're telling, is the story you're telling, you're in deep shit.

As I said, I wish I could say it was easy. It wasn't. But it wasn't that hard either. I've learned that, without a strong reason or purpose, anything in life is hard.

have observed that most would rather remain within the comfort of their realities

Twice I fought back, but I got pretty badly beaten

My self-confidence was challenged.

As Prigogine summarized, "Stress is the way intelligence grows." Or as rich dad would say, "Stay with the process.

The problem was that he couldn't find an equivalent job that recognized his seniority from the old company.

We were now looking for larger projects that were far beyond our comfort zone.

I had never yet done such a thing in life, but now I felt a desire to mock. (In The Court Of The Dragon)

Freeleng!" Wilcox

There comes a time when one must be strong with rationalists, for they can reduce anything whatever to dust, if they happen not to like the look of it, or if it threatens their deep-buried negativism. I mean of course rationalists like you, who take some little provincial world of their own as the whole of the universe and the seat of all knowledge.

And why should it not be terrifying? A little terror, in my view, is good for the soul, when it is terror in the face of a noble object.

You'll go far. How do I know? Because life is goosing you so hard you'll never stop climbing.

and his goose would be cooked; probably suicide would be his only way out.

I am like a man who has built his house on the lip of a volcano. Until the volcano claims me I live, in a sense, heriocally.

grates. As he worked, he was reminded of the myth of Sisyphus and the cruel king's terrible fate. No sooner had Kim cleared an area of its filth than it became refouled with a fresh

with his irritation and anger still at a boiling point, Brian thought again about the two CEOs and how they seemed to be poster children for what was wrong with American medicine and unbridled entrepreneurial capitalism. And as a doer, he knew he couldn't just passively allow their greediness to go unchallenged and dictate the unraveling of his life. He had to do something. He just didn't know what.

I come to call down my destiny - and it is tall and dangerous!

He will apologize, or I'll give him a lesson in swordplay he will not like at all.

like a grain of sand that gets into an oyster's shell. What if the grain doesn't want to become a pearl? Is it ever asked to climb out quietly and take up its old position as a bit of ocean floor?

But the world turns, and even legends change; and somewhere there is a border, and sometime, perhaps, someone will decide to cross it, however well guarded with thorns it may be.