Quotes About Adversity

Of course when you were running with the bottom dogs, what you mostly saw were paws, claws, and assholes.

I am afraid, but I have been afraid before. All he can take from me is what I would have to give up someday anyhow—my life. I will not let him break me down. I will not let him make me less than I am, if I can possibly help it.

It wasn't fair, but what is? Life is a crap carnival with shit prizes.

There is pain in every almost.

A frightening possibility suddenly occurred to him: maybe sometimes things didn't just go wrong and then stop; maybe sometimes they just kept going wronger and wronger until everything was totally fucked up.

I think it was the first real pain I ever felt in my life...It wasn't what I thought it would be at all. It didn't put an end to me as a person. I think...it gave me a basis for comparison, finding out you could still exist inside the pain, in SPITE of the pain.

If you write (or paint or dance or sculpt or sing, I suppose), someone will try to make you feel lousy about it, that's all. I'm not editorializing, just trying to give you the facts as I see them.

I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone gets their share, don't they? Sure. Pow, in the nose. Pow, in the eye. Pow, below the belt, down you go, and the ref just went out for a hot dog.

It's like the old pie-in-the-face routine: it stops being funny when it starts being you.

If life hands you lemons, make lemonade! Words to live by, especially when you kept in mind that the only way to make them into lemonade was to squeeze the hell out of them.

At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.

Whoever said misery loves company was full of shite. Whatever can go wrong will go wrong , however... that guy was onto something.

The most classic horror tale of this latter type is the Old Testament story of Job, who becomes human Astro-Turf in a kind of spiritual Superbowl between God and Satan.

If it's ka, it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone.

Loss changes you. Sometimes that's bad. Sometimes it's good. Either way, you eat your goddam pork chop and go on.

After that we're going to be heroes. Not because we want to, but because there are no other options.

Here is something I learned in Empis: good people shine brighter in dark times.

It's best to be ruthless with the past. It ain't the blows we're dealt that matter, but the ones we survive.

Let it eat her; let it beat her. It could do both. But she would not beat herself.

A broken spoon may become a fork.

When things go wrong, they keep going wrong until there's tears.

It was life, you were stuck with it, and all you could do was live it.

Pride was the belt you could use to hold up your pants even after your pants were gone

Very well. I am now a man with now food, with two less fingers and one less toe than I was born with; I am a gunslinger with shells which may not fire; I am sickening from a monster's bite and have no medicine; I have a day's water if I'm lucky; I may be able to walk perhaps a dozen miles if I press myself to the last extremity. I am, in short, a man on the edge of everything.