Quotes About Challenge

Writing is supposed to be difficult, agonizing, a dreadful exercise, a terrible occupation.

Ask for no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping it's life away. To hell with that, he said, shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.

How many times can a man go down and still be alive?

Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down.

So few want to be rebels anymore.

Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down.

If teachers and grammar school editors find my jawbreaker sentences shatter their mushmilk teeth, let them eat stale cake dunked in weak tea of their own ungodly manufacture.

You've got to jump off cliffs and build your wings on the way down.

Yell. Jump. Play. Out-run those sons-of-bitches. They'll never live the way you live. Go do it.

don't face a problem, burn it.

Their hands slapped library door handles together, their chests broke track tapes together, their tennis shoes beat parallel pony tracks over lawns, trimmed bushes, squirreled trees, no one losing, both winning, thus saving their friendship for other times of loss.

We must take arms each and every day, perhaps knowing that the battle can not be entirely won, but fight we must, if only a gentle bout. The smallest effort to win means, at the end of each day, a sort of victory.

Go to the edge of the cliff and jump off. Build your wings on the way down.

How did this happen? It was only the other night everything was fine and the next thing I know I'm drowning. How many times can a man go down and still be alive?

Si os dan papel pautado, escribid por el otro lado. JUAN RAMÓN JIMÉNEZ

I hate a Roman named Status Quo

No matter how we touch Mars, we'll never touch it. And then we'll get mad at it, and you know what we'll do? We'll rip it up, rip the skin off, and change it to fit ourselves.

Dac? nu exista solu?ie, atunci nu exista nici problem?.

We need to be really bothered once in a while.

The speedometer read 110. My stomach was stone like the stone walls rushing left and right. Up over a hill, down into a valley. "Can't we go a bit faster?" I asked, hoping for the opposite. "Done!" said Finn, and made it 120. "That will do it nicely," I said, in a faint voice, wondering what lay ahead.

finding the highest cliff to jump off.

Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that

Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down. Over

Dad?' he whispered. 'You ain't got the stuff!