Quotes About Adversity

Curran stood in the middle of the street, his hands still locked on the insect's front pair of legs. The spider-scorpion was lunging at him again and again, trying to grip him with its pincers. If those mandibles closed on Curran, they'd slice his arms off. Oh no, you don't. I charged the spider.

Get up, dear. We do not let our enemies win. We claw their hearts out and devour them.

Your father would be proud of you. Don't ever doubt that. The agency is his legacy, Nevada. You make sure that it thrives and its name stands for something. Right now it stood for we get ourselves into violent messes and then heroically try to get out of them.

Life had tried to kill me in all sorts of ways lately, but falling off of a flying horse was a new and unwelcome development.

Three years ago, on a night like this I would have been driving my old car home alone, praying it didn't die a noble death in some snow drift. When I rolled up to the house, it would be dark. My heat would be off to save money, my bed would be cold, and if I wanted to tell someone about my day, I'd have to talk to my sword and pretend it listened. Slayer was an excellent weapon, but it never laughed at my jokes.

You want an excuse for your failure and so you found someone to blame. If you survived, you would always be dirt, ground under someone else's boot.

We don't live in a safe world. I can't give you the white picket fence, and if I did, you'd set it on fire." True. "Only if I ran out of kindling.

one of my first achievements was to blow up the warehouse all of us called home.

When I went off the rails, I didn't do it halfway. No, I flipped a few times, caught a lot of air, and then exploded in a fiery crash.

You make me want to stab you." "I have that effect on many people." "How is it you're still alive?" "I'm hard to kill.

It didn't matter how powerful you were. Life always found ways to stab you and twist the knife in the wound. Nobody was immune.

Never show a weakness; never show pain. The vulnerable get eaten.

This wasn't the world of normal people. Yet somehow I kept getting stuck in it.

yep Eloquence 'R' Us. When in trouble, keep it monosyllabic-safer that way.

At the risk of sounding crude, wooing you is like playing basketball with a porcupine. No compliment goes unpunished." "Then stop complimenting.

My wrists and ankles were bleeding. My knees too—I must've scraped myself trying to draw the circle. So far today I'd seen a woman almost die, I'd shot a person, I'd killed another person with my shockers, I'd been strung up on wires and almost crushed by a car, and now I was bleeding all over the place. If I could, I would punch today right in the face.

Any landing you could walk away from was a good landing.

Ilona Andrews

Sometimes the Universe smiled. Mostly she kicked me in the face, stomped on my ribs once I fell down, and laughed at my pain, but once in a while she smiled. It was Wednesday.

The only people who can have normal are the ones unaffected by all the fucked-up shit that happens around them.

And he said I wasn't good enough to be his enemy. And I said, 'I'll punch you so hard, you'll swallow your teeth, worm.'" Maud hid a groan. "Where did you hear that?" "Lord Arland.

You look like your house burned down," Rene observed. "Just reflecting on the fact that when the Universe punches you in the teeth, it never just lets you fall down. It kicks you in the ribs a couple of times and dumps mud on your head." "If you're lucky, it's mud.

Fear is pain. It hurts. I sink into it and use it like a sharpening stone gliding against a sword. It makes me better, more aware. But I can't be scared for too long, or it will wear me out.

It's a lovely day and we're under siege. People are trying to murder us. Her eyes shone with excitement. Isn't it marvelous?