Quotes About Adversity

It wasn't how far you fell, it was how high you bounced

Boxers wear tape to protect their hands. But you get dependent on the tape, and then you don't know how to hit someone without it. Even Mike Tyson once broke a hand when he hit another fighter barehanded in a late night brawl. In a real fight, if you break your hand, you probably just lost the fight. If you were fighting for your life, you probably just lost that, too.

The smaller guys can be dangerous. Never having been able to rely on their size for intimidation, they have to learn to fight instead. I know because, before filling out in the army, I had been one of them. The

But she was also uneasy. She remembered when she'd been in college and had come across the Nietzsche quote: Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster.

You need to see a bit of hell now and then. That, and great joy.

She talked in flat tones, keeping her mouth half-closed so that the words came out in a mutter without changing the lines of her face. Margaret had suffered much hardship and degradation of body and was unwilling now to offer the world anything superfluous.

If you get fired from your job, that's outside your control, so you shouldn't be personally invested in your job.

The enemies of God might imprison, torture, and kill the apostles of Christ, but they could never stop the forward movement of the mission.

The powers of evil were far more powerful than we mortals, and even though people could resist them, they could not overcome them.

Even when lightning flashes inside them... we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, next pain, next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.

there's no sense worrying about what you can't control. Doing that is a good way to go crazy.

Life is more than just steering a course around pain.

Tough old world, baby. If you're not bolted together tightly, you're gonna shake, rattle, and roll before you turn thirty.

Even if things go all wrong they'll work out just fine.

You realize that you are in a hell of your own making, but you go on nevertheless. Because there is nothing else to do.

Hearts are tough. Most times they don't break. Most times they only bend.

For over a long period of time there's little in life so disheartening as constant cold - not deep enough to kill, mayhap, but always there, stealing your energy and your will and your body-fat, an ounce at a time.

Money can't buy happiness, but it allows one to endured unhappiness in relative comfort.

She felt like Captain Ahab, for the first time sighting his great white whale.

You can't have everything, she thinks; into every life a little poop must fall. But sometimes you do get what you need. Which is really all a sane person can ask for.

The world eventually sends out a mean-ass Patrol Boy to slow your progress and show you who's boss. You reading this have undoubtedly met yours (or will); I met mine, and I'm sure he'll be back. He's got my address. He's a mean guy, a Bad Lieutenant, the sworn enemy of goofery, fuckery, pride, ambition, loud music, and all things nineteen.

Sometimes the most horrible things are what give us strength.

He's a very nice man and all that, easy to get along with, fun, he never makes me cry. But is that love? I mean, is that all there is to it? Even when you learned to ride your two-wheeler, you had to fall off a few times and scrape both knees. Call it a rite of passage. And that was just a little thing.

God says, Sure, take away the safety net. And when that's gone, take away the tight rope too.