Quotes About Adversity

When your young life offered its first disaster, naturally it loomed large. After you'd survived dozens, you basically just told the next one to take a number and get in line.

There is this, about being the sparring partner of the best swordsman in Caribastos. I always lost. But if ever I meet the third best swordsman in Caribastos, he's going to be in very deep trouble.

It could be surprisingly hard to counter Plain Stupid. Even by heroic measures.

We have what we can hold, dear boy, and never let them see you flinch or falter.

The future is happening right here, every day. You can swim or you can drown, but you can't choose not to be in the flood. I suppose the real insight is that it's always been that way.

I know my limits. No one knows their limits till they've gone beyond them.

So what's the test? Ah, that's the trick of it. It's not a test. It's real life.

Of course, compared to Serg, Tien wasn't much worse than foolish and venal. But it was hard to watch. No nine-year-old should have to deal with something this vile, this close to his heart. What will it make him?" "Eventually . . . ten," the Count said. "You do what you have to do. You grow or go under. You have to believe he will grow.

Fear is easy.  Joy is hard, said Des. Mm.

don't be afraid of troubles, Silver. They're a sign of life.

Any man can be kind when he is comfortable. I'd always thought kindness a trivial virtue, therefore. But when we were hungry, thirsty, sick, frightened, with our deaths shouting at us, in the heart of horror, you were still as unfailingly courteous as a gentleman at his ease before his own hearth." "Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice—if not whether, then how, they may endure.

Desperately, Cordelia stuck her foot through the whatchamacallit foot-holder, stirrup, grabbed, and heaved. The saddle slid slowly around the horse's belly, and Cordelia with it, till she was clinging underneath among a forest of horse legs. She fell to the ground with a thump and scrambled out of the way. The horse twisted its neck around and peered at her, in a dismay much milder than her own, then stuck its rubbery lips to the ground and began nibbling up weeds.

Who am I, when I am not surrounded by the walls of my life? When they have all fallen into dust and rubble?

Iselle swallowed. It was clear her mind was frantically churning over responses. She'd stifled her first scream of outrage, and had not the trick of falling down in a convincing dead faint. She stood trapped and conscious.

Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice—if not whether, then how, they may endure.

Miles added it to his life's lessons list. Call it Rule 27B. Never make key tactical decisions while having electro-convulsive seizures.

Only five days on this benighted world, and already total strangers are trying to kill me. Sadly, it wasn't even a record.

Miles," said Bel's voice, seeming to come from a long way off, "if you're going to pass out, put your head down." "Between my knees," choked Miles, "and kiss my ass goodbye. Bel, do you know what that sigil is?

What do you think, my lord Castillar?" Cazaril swallowed. "I think…I think if you lent me a razor now, for me to cut my throat with, it would save ever so many steps. Please Your Grace." The Provincara snorted. "Good, Cazaril, good. I do so like a man who doesn't underestimate his situation.

Instead, they'd smile and speak softly, as though I were going to be all right, as though I weren't wearing one navy and one black loafer. As though I weren't driving down the street with my purse on the roof of the car or leaving the oven on preheat all night.

How could I have managed to lose my husband, my job, my house, and my ass all in one year?

Resistance by its very nature demands that we choose choices not offered to us.

I've never walked the same path other people found comfortable and I'm not going to start now.

Life has a way of fixing things. – Stu Callebrew (the Dugout's owner and Matt Jacobs good friend/father figure)