Quotes About Adversity

There are so many battles to fight...so many scores to settle.

You should see the other guy..." Teddy says, in this laconic tone that matches her black kimono. She takes a drag on a joint, barely glancing up from the crossword, which she always does in pen.

All those calls and meetings were fire fighting. I remind myself. No fires, no fighting. Now, everything is running smoothly— almost too smoothly.

Our losses should frequently be put on the credit side.

Life more often teaches us how to perfect our weaknesses than how to develop our strengths.

I am your anointed Queen. I will never be by violence constrained to do anything. I thank God I am endued with such qualities that if I were turned out of the Realm in my petticoat I were able to live in any place in Christendom.

It happened; it is part of who we are; it is our beauty and our terror. We must be gleaners from what life has set before us.

Every area of your life is subject to enemy attack, so you must fight on your knees before you can stand on your mission field.

You can be positive no matter who tries to bring you down. You can stop being the victim of others and start loving in spite of them.

That he, in his developed manhood, stood A little sunburnt by the glare of life; While I . . it seemed no sun had shone on me.

A little sunburnt by the glare of life.

True knowledge comes only through suffering

Ha!----in their stead, their hunter sons! Ha, ha! they are on me----they hunt in a ring! Keep off! I brave you all at once, I throw off your eyes like snakes that sting! You have killed the black eagle at nest, I think: Did you ever stand still in your triumph, and shrink From the stroke of her wounded wing?

I only thought Of lying quiet there where I was thrown Like sea-weed on the rocks, and suffer her To prick me to a pattern with her pin, Fibre from fibre, delicate leaf from leaf, And dry out from my drowned anatomy The last sea-salt left in me.

Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.

Let us go hurtling around the galaxy thwarting evil, shall we?

Anger is an inoculant. It gets your immune system working against bullshit.

After thousands of years, the ray-gun reached Earth. It fell from the sky like a meteor; it grew hot enough to glow, but it didn't burn up. The ray-gun fell at night during a blizzard. Traveling thousands of miles an hour, the ray-gun plunged deep into snow-covered woods. The snow melted so quickly that it burst into steam. The blizzard continued, unaffected. Some things can't be harmed, even by ray-guns.

Lindy-hop could go back to being just a social thing. But where she belonged in life After the Meteor, was here. Here, she made a difference. Sprained ankle and all.

there were none so scornful as those who had had to learn the hard way.

Chalcedony wasn't built for crying. She didn't have it in her, not unless her tears were cold tapered glass droplets annealed by the inferno heat that had crippled her.

Unhelmed by her remote masters, she limped along the beach, dragging one fused limb.

Se companions hadn't found the captives, or any sign, on the fleeing barge that the Company humen used a village-heart. They had taken Caeti, and se would not leave Caeti in their dry, rough hands. So se had attached self to the humen leader's heliocopter as it fled the overrun barge. And se clung there, water slashing in se brood pouch, se hand and toefingers wrapped in a deathgrip on wet metal until bone ran with traced flame and digits cramped in claws.

The world is a wheel, and we are all broken on it.