Quotes About Adversity

Plan?" Marasi asked. "Not dyin'." "Anything more detailed than that?" "Not dyin' Ã¢â'¬Â¦ today?

Pain los[es] its power when other things bec[o]me more important.

Life was so much harder, but potentially so much more fulfilling, when you found the courage to choose.

Who do you think is stronger?" Adolin asked. "The man who has walked easily his entire life, or the man with no legs? The man who must pull himself by his arms?

My other hand?' Lopen said. 'The one that was cut off long ago, eaten by a fearsome beast? It is making a rude gesture toward you right now. I thought you would want to know, so you can prepare to be insulted.

Impossible things are really rough to do, you know.

So, using his pride like a shield against despair, dejection, and-most important— self-pity, Raoden raised his head to stare damnation in the eyes.

A hero does not choose her trials

You don't fly, you fall the wrong way.

You know," he said, "it amazes me sometimes that we even try. With everything they've done to us—the deaths, the tortures, the agonies—you'd think that we would just give up on things like hope and love. But we don't.

Men are more resilient than that, I think. Our belief is often strongest when it should be weakest. That is the nature of hope.

You are inexperienced. So was I, once. So is every man. The measure of a person is not how much they have lived. . . It's in how they make us of what life has shown them.

Spook, child. You want to be like me? Really like me? Then fight when you are beaten!

An easy life taught one very little.

He forced himself to smile -not out of pleasure, and not out of satisfaction. He smiled despite the grief he felt at the deaths of his men; he smiled because that was what he did. That was how he proved to the Lord Ruler -and to himself- that he wasn't beaten. No, he wasn't going to walk away. He wasn't finished yet. Not by far.

You're a sword not a palm tree

I was a little busy being shot at." "Busy? Aw, mate. It doesn't take any effort at all to get shot at.

None of it mattered. He would just keep living. They'd taken his freedom, his family, his friends, and— most dear of all— his dreams. They could do nothing more to him.

Kelsier glanced down at his hands and forearms. They still burned sometimes, though he was certain the pain was only in his mind. He looked up at Mennis and smiled. "You ask why I smile, Goodman Mennis? Well, the Lord Ruler thinks he has claimed laughter and joy for himself. I'm disinclined to let him do so. This is one battle that doesn't take very much effort to fight.

If we must put our head into the lion's mouth, let us make certain that he chokes upon our flesh!

Exhaustion," Dalinar said, "pain, suffering. This is what victory usually feels

I had a splinter once," Shallan noted. "It eventually got out of hand.

Our weakness doesn't make us weak. Our weakness makes us strong, for we've had to carry it all these years.

Yelling a battle cry—more to motivate himself than frighten his foes—Lukel grabbed the table leg and swung it at a soldier. The wood bounced off the man's helmet, but the blow was powerful enough to daze him, so Lukel followed it with a solid blow to the face. The soldier dropped and Lukel grabbed his weapon. Now he had a sword. He only wished he knew how to use it.