Quotes About Adversity

Tarnished silver-scratch it and it still gleams.

You know what you've lost, sometimes, and there's no point in talking about it. You turn around and look at the ruins, and then you either sink down by the roadside and cry or you pick up your pack and lump on.

Not trying to stare the Dragon in the eye seemed to ease her.

Fighting the snare only deepens the wound. One must lie in wait, hoarding strength until the hunter returns.

It takes more than blood and iron to wound me.

Ah, hell. And this ship has kids onboard. Kids not much older than Leah. Kids the same age I was when I signed in on to this man's army.

My identity, my selfhood. The person I'd been for nearly twenty ans. It dropped away, and I was left wrecked and retching, cramped, choking up a thin stream of bile.

Even when the world ends, you still have to get up and plow the next morning.

Rilriltok had apparently not expected to report to work and discover an enormous natural enemy next to its desk.

The Jacob's Ladder had brought Perceval and her people all this way, through the claws of the cold and cunning Enemy, even though she had been designed by the treacherous Builders to fail and kill them.

tube itself was fighting her in ways that it wouldn't in space. Ruby was so used to not complaining, because she was short. Because she was a woman. Anything she said would be seen as a failure on her part. But the resistance was an NBLism and not a problem the actual spacewalker would face, and people's lives were on the line.

It had fallen far, this construct. Literally and figuratively. And so had he.

I shook my head, cold air seeping through the holes in my ragged gown and my plait moving like a serpent against my spine.

People like Farweather, unconstrained, create conditions so awful that people eventually decided to change themselves rather than keep living-than way.

His bones ached of a morning, winter and summer, these days; it was only a matter of degree.

The best she could do: waelcyrge did not die unless until they grew tarnished.

Pinion folded around her, cushioned her fall, so the impacts of shattering branches that would have also shattered her bones only knocked the wind out of her.

Time passed, and given enough time, anyone could make enemies. Even-especially-a Conn.

The quarry lies ahead, the pack lies behind; the grass and gravel and tramped earth lie steady beneath his feet.

Hey, I'd found an option that was even less appealing that starving to death. Let's hear it for human ingenuity!

We can endure this. We endure. We live. We cooperate if we must. And then we find our vengeance.

Earth is an egg, Casey. Eventually, the hatchling either puts its beak through the shell, or it suffocates in its own waste.

But it seemed to me that this was the way we all lived: full to the brim with gratitude and joy one day, wrecked on the rocks the next. Finding the balance between the two was the art and the salvation.

The art of losing isn't hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master.