Quotes About Adversity

What happened to your face?" she says idly. "Which time?" "The new one." "I got shot.

What I do know is that a famous dead guy once said, "Life is a bucket of shit with a barbed-wire handle.

If I'm going to ride this out and stay alive, then I'm king high ballbuster. I took on God and almost did the old man in. A few grumpy horns and hoofs types and a petting zoo full of rabid Pokemons? I'm Satan. I can deal that and play "Smoke on the Water" while getting a lap dance on a runaway train all at the same time.

I sit there on the bed feeling foolish and angry and completely confused by the world. After the craziness last night, I thought that today I might get a day off from the shitstorm. But, if anything, the situation is even worse.

No one's going to look out for us but us. We're just bugs on God's windshield. You need to get serious and work with me on this or we're both going to end up in Tartarus.

I just lie there like an upside-down turtle trying to right itself.

You really are lousy with people being nice to you." "It's easier getting punched.

That's not terribly comforting, but I suppose it will have to do." "That pretty much sums up Hell.

Janet keeps stabbing and all clever Dan can think to do is roll up like an armadillo and hope he grows armor.

How is he?" she says, looking at Kasabian. "He'll be fine. Sore as hell for a while, but fine." "We should all be so lucky." "True. Janet tells me that you're still waiting for a final Immigration interview." She nods infinitesimally.

What's that old Sunday school warning about how if you fight dragons too long, you can become one? That's been spinning around in my head for years, long enough that I know I'd rather be a dragon than a sheep to the slaughter.

Remind me not to get on your bad side." "You still think I have a good side?" "There's a search party out for it but I'm optimistic they'll turn up something.

Goddamn nature. All it wants to do is hitch a ride, kill you, or sting you. Sometimes all at once.

There's nothing I could have done about it then and there's nothing I can do about it now and that's what I have to live with. Maybe that right there is the definition of life. Being alive is learning how to live with the intolerable.

I've swallowed enough sand that I'm going to shit cinder blocks.

Things are bad enough without getting cancer too," he says. "It's never too late to develop bad habits.

That's where you're wrong. When a tidal wave washes out the luau, you surf it and look for land.

When you're drowning in Hell, even a cement life jacket can look good.

How did things go?" "On a scale of one to ten, about a negative nine.

The 405 is one breakdown away from turning into the Donner Party.

What happened to your face?" she says. She pulls down my shirt a few inches. Spots more scars. "And the rest of you." "Never follow a foul ball into a wood chipper," I say. "We didn't even win the game.

I guess, if someone was really kicking your ass, you'd want them to be special. I mean, I'd rather have Batman kick my ass than Mickey Mouse any day.

Sometimes annoyance will keep you going when booze and fear and hope are as dead as the Big Bopper.

Try not to sing too many sad songs for yourself. The universe already hates you. Self-pity isn't going to help.