Quotes About Adversity

Rita got the best of us. We took quite a beating. It's going to take a while to come back from this.

I have a lot of respect for who beats me and that's it.

I'm not going to hate anybody who beats me. But. I. Just. Don't. Like. Losing.

It's not easy living alone but I've done it before.

In the most important areas, as individuals and countries, we don't change our behavior until we have our backs to the wall.

People have a problem with me being different, but that propels me forward in life.

I'm just not very good at being happy all the time.

After you take time off, it can be really scary to do the harder things you used to do, and I personally hate being scared.

You can hate me for being a woman, you can hate me for being smart, you can hate me for being funny, but you hate me because I am doing something you could never do. End of story.

I know there is something out there, and like most people, I tend to believe in it more when things go bad. But I'm not like Shirley MacLaine, who probably believes we were past lovers in another life.

Life's not always going to be bells and whistles.

I want to win, I've still got the fire in the belly to win, it's just the old utensils are not working as good as they used to.

If you're thin-skinned, you don't belong doing what I do for a living.

That you get booed belongs to professional sports.

These qualities are beautifully encapsulated in the famous statement of Victor Frankl, himself a survivor of Auschwitz (and a neurologist and psychologist): "Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way." MBSR

If you're bumming out, you're not gonna get to the top, so as long as we're up here we might as well make a point of grooving. (Quoting Scott Fischer)

Relish the hardship.

As I fought to catch my breath after moving past three climbers, the mask actually gave the illusion of asphyxiating me, so I tore it from my face—only to discover breathing was even harder without it.

never got used to it. So I was happy as hell when, at 7:10 A.M., he arrived atop the Balcony and gave me the O.K. to continue climbing. One of the first people I passed when I started moving again was Lopsang, kneeling in the snow over a pile of vomit. Ordinarily, he was the strongest member of any group

My life was falling apart. But somehow I stuck it out.

And now it was time to commence the dreaded ritual of emerging from the warmth of my goose-down cocoon into the withering cold of 21,300 feet.

Shining my headlamp on a dime-store thermometer clipped to the parka I'd been using as a pillow, I saw that the temperature inside the cramped two-person tent was seven degrees below zero Fahrenheit.

the ability to tiptoe in mountaineering boots and crampons across three wobbly ladders lashed end to end, bridging a sphincter-clenching chasm.

a challenge in which a successful outcome is assured isn't a challenge at all.