Quotes About Adversity

Of course, to be fair, that was a parent's job. The world was so full of sharp bends that if they didn't put a few twists in you, you wouldn't stand a chance of fitting in.

Don't get your knickers in a knot just yet, Tiff,' she said briskly. 'It won't solve anything an' will just make you walk odd.

All he had was nothing, but that was something, and now it had been taken away.

There's always the dwarf bread.

She'd struck Esk once before – the blow a baby gets to introduce it to the world and give it a rough idea of what to expect from life.

Can you swim? said Victor. One of the cavern's rotting pillars crashed down behind them. From the pit itself came a terrible wailing. Not very well, said Ginger. Me neither, he said. The commotion behind them was getting worse. Still, he said, taking her hand. We could look on this as a great opportunity to improve really quickly.

This isn't life in the fast lane, it's life in the oncoming traffic.

When you have dived off a cliff, your only hope is to press for the abolition of gravity.

You didn't have to know Pilu for long to see that he floated through life like a coconut on the ocean. He always bobbed up. There was some sort of natural spring of cheerfulness that bubbled to the surface. Sadness was like a cloud across the sun, soon past. Sorrow was tucked away somewhere in his head, locked up in a cage with a blanket over it, like the captain's parrot.

Wizards can put up with any amount of deprivation and discomfort, provided it is not happening to them.

A bully, thought Susan. A very small, weak, very dull bully, who doesn't manage any real bullying because there's hardly anyone smaller and weaker than him, so he just makes everyone's lives just that little bit more difficult…

Their eyes said that... they did know the meaning of the word 'fear'. It was something that happened to other people.

They were born into a world that was against them in a thousand little ways, and then devoted most of their energies to making it worse.

Mmmm, as I recall, if you go around telling people that they are downtrodden, you tend to make two separate enemies: the people who are doing the downtreading and have no intention of stopping, and the people who are downtrodden, but nevertheless -- people being who they are -- don't want to know. They can get quite nasty about it.

You beat a dozen armed men single-handed? Oh aye, sir, said Wee Mad Arthur slyly, but it was nae fair, I had them outnumbered.

anger was better than fear. Fear was a damp cold mess, but anger had an edge. She could use it.

So the fire and its subsequent flood, wich destroyed everything left that was not flammable and added a particularly noisome flux to the survivors'problems, did not mark its end. Rather it was a fiery punctuation mark, a coal-like comma, or salamander semicolon, in a continuing story.

He felt as if he'd been shipwrecked on the Titanic but in the nick of time had been rescued. By the Lusitania.

In other words, it's the familiar hot sinking feeling experienced by everyone who has let the waves of their own anger throw them far up on the beach of retribution, leaving them, in the poetic language of the everyday, up shit creek.

Too many people, when listing all the perils to be found in the search for lost treasure or ancient wisdom, had forgotten to put at the top of the list the man who arrived just before you.

Ricewind had always relied on running away. But somerimes, perhaps, you had to stand and fight, if only because there was nowhere left to run.

Don't you talk to me about progress. Progress just means bad things happen faster.

Commander Vimes always says that when life hands you a mess of spaghetti, you just keep pulling until you find a meatball.

the damned had been given that insight which makes hardship so easy to bear — the absolute and certain knowledge that things could be worse.