Quotes About Adversity

Heredity can be a strong pull. Heredity and early environment together, an almost irresistible pull. Those who break it, who make their own despite it, are very strong.

decision. On bad days, Eli considered Wolfe his personal Javert—doggedly

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but people like the Mercers, like Kurt Rove, belittle and bad-talk those of us who, well, have something that might help get all of us through.

Major, monumental crises bring out the best or the worst in us—sometimes both. And sometimes those major, monumental crises have no effect on certain types. Which means, no matter what the circumstances, assholes remain assholes." "Huh.

here is a fucking misery." Perry only continued to

The air scored his throat on each breath like crushed glass.

It's not bad," Arlys repeated, and though her chin wobbled, she managed a smile. "I'm going to say it." "It's just a scratch?" "Right. Just a flesh wound.

Then you pick up and go on," she told him simply. "You're only a victim if you choose to be.

I accept that my father couldn't be there for prom night or high school graduation. I love him, even though the times—a lot of times I really needed it—he couldn't say, 'I'm here.

A broken spirit is more debilitating than a broken body.

Learning is not child's play; we cannot learn without pain. —Aristotle

This was supposed to be easy. Why isn't it?

pain. "If you

Festa di cazzo! Coglioni! Mostro! A minute ago I was a hero. Sympathetically, he blew on the sting. Better in a minute. Let's deal with the rest. Va via. Would you mind cursing at me in English? I said go away. Don't touch me. Come on, be a big, brave girl. I'll give you a lollipop after. He yanked the blanket aside, dealt quickly, ruthlessly with the other scrapes.

It won't last long. Storms never do. They just come along to shake us up and make us appreciate the quiet times.

taught herself not to do—as

Some things in life are out of your control. You can make it a party or a tragedy. Or

It takes a lot of shit to grow flowers

On bad days, Eli considered Wolfe his personal Javert—doggedly, obsessively pursuing him for a crime he didn't commit.

And she so desperately wanted to be held, soothed, to be promised that her world would snap back into focus again at any moment. But she needed to stand on her own. She could only hope she was the kind of woman who stood on her own feet and faced her own problems.

her data and bring up her screen

Get clear!" he shouted as the crack of gunfire, the whiz of arrows in flight ripped through the city's canyons. A girl of about sixteen, blood running down her face, leaped out. "Screw that." She grabbed for a charred piece of wood and, wielding it like a club, rushed into the fight.

you stepped back, you squared your shoulders, and you showed you were willing to face what life had dealt you. That takes courage, Margo—much more—than leaping into the void. I had people to turn to. So do we all. It's only fools and egotists who think no one will be there to lend a hand. And bigger food and bigger egotists who don't reach out.