Quotes About Adversity

Good," he said. "Then we'll have our battle in the shade.

Remember, our enemy is not lack of preparation; it's not the difficulty of the project or the state of the marketplace or the emptiness of our bank account.

Fuck the marshmallows.

Everything happens to me exactly opposite from how it happens to everyone else.

The professional conducts his business in the real world. Adversity, injustice, bad hops and rotten calls, even good breaks and lucky bounces all comprise the ground over which the campaign must be waged. The field is level, the professional understands, only in heaven.

In defeat one learns who are friends to him, and by whom he is accounted friend.

Of all the manifestations of Resistance, most only harm ourselves. Criticism and cruelty harm others as well.

The part we create from can't be touched by anything our parents did, or society did. That part is unsullied, uncorrupted; soundproof, waterproof, and bulletproof. In fact, the more troubles we've got, the better and richer that part becomes.

Resistance never sleeps. It never slackens and it never goes away. The dragon must be slain anew every morning. However, as with anything in life, if you've succeeded in the past, at least you know that you can succeed.

Only men who do not mind a hard life, with scanty food, little water and lots of discomfort, men who possess stamina and initiative, need apply.

You're where you wanted to be, aren't you? So you're taking a few blows. That's the price for being in the arena and not on the sidelines. Stop complaining and be grateful. That

Remember, the part of us that we imagine needs healing is not the part we create from; that part is far deeper and stronger. The part we create from can't be touched by anything our parents did, or society did. That part is unsullied, uncorrupted; soundproof, waterproof, and bulletproof. In fact, the more troubles we've got, the better and richer that part becomes.

Every morning you wake up and the dragon's there and you'd have to slay that dragon anew every morning. The only difference is that after you've done it enough times you, you now are confident that it can be done, but it never goes away, And there's no magic bullet.

Juro, companheiros, [os persas] eram tão numerosos que ao lançarem os projéteis a massa de flechas bloqueava o sol! Os olhos do boateiro estavam inflamados de prazer. Virou-se para o meu senhor, como se para saborear a chama de pavor que sua narrativa inflamara até mesmo em um espartano. Para sua decepção, Dienekes olhava-o com um desprendimento indiferente, quase entediado. — Ótimo — disse ele. — Combateremos à sombra.

Resistance knows we're about to beat it and it hits the panic button. It hits with everything it's got.

evolution, the more Resistance we will feel toward pursuing it.

My friend Tony Keppelman snapped me out of it by asking if I was gonna quit. Hell, no! Then be happy. You're where you wanted to be, aren't you? So you're taking a few blows. That's the price for being in the arena and not on the sidelines. Stop complaining and be grateful.

They peck a man's asshole out

The professional endures adversity. He lets the birdshit splash down on his slicker, remembering that it comes clean with a heavy-duty hosing. He himself, his creative center, cannot be buried, even beneath a mountain of guano. His core is bulletproof. Nothing can touch it unless he lets it.

The professional blows critics off. He doesn't even hear them. Critics, he reminds himself, are the unwitting mouthpieces of Resistance and as such can be truly cunning and pernicious. They can articulate in their reviews the same toxic venom that Resistance itself concocts inside our heads. That is their real evil. Not that we believe them, but that we believe the Resistance in our own minds, for which critics serve as unconscious spokespersons.

What appeared as unendurable hardship to soldiers of other nationalities produced a species of exhilaration in our lads, raised on a diet of Kipling and institutional porridge. Some

The professional gives an ear to criticism, seeking to learn and grow. But she never forgets that Resistance is using criticism against her on a far more diabolical level.

My friend Tony Keppelman snapped me out of it by asking if I was gonna quit. Hell, no! Then be happy. You're where you wanted to be, aren't you? So you're taking a few blows. That's the price for being in the arena and not on the sidelines. Stop complaining and be grateful. That was when I realized I had become a pro. I had not yet had a success. But I had had a real failure. FOR LOVE OF THE GAME

Steven Pressfield