Quotes About Adversity

Fit to do anything," said the Second-in-Command enthusiastically. "But it seems to me they're a thought too young and tender for the work in hand. It's bitter cold up at the Front now." "They're sound enough," said the Colonel. "We must take our chance of sick casualties.

If you can keep your wits about you while all others are losing theirs, and blaming you. . . . The world will be yours and everything in it, what's more, you'll be a man, my son. Rudyard Kipling

I have joyfully done much evil in my life to those who have wished me evil (General Maximus)

How can a man follow the Way or the Great Game when he is eternally pestered by women? There was that girl at the Akrola by the Ford; and there was the scullion's wife behind the dovecote -- not counting the others -- and now comes this one! When I was a child it was well enough, but now I am a man and they will not regard me as a man. Walnuts indeed! Ho! Ho! It is almonds in the Plains!

Rikki-Tikki-Tavi At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: Nag, come up and dance with death! Eye to eye and head to head, (Keep the measure, Nag.) This shall end when one is dead; (At thy pleasure, Nag.) Turn for turn and twist for twist-- (Run and hide thee, Nag.) Hah! The hooded Death has missed! (Woe betide thee, Nag!)

If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings, And never breathe a word about your loss...

If a man brings a good mind to what he reads he may become, as it were, the spiritual descendant to some extent of great men, and this link, this spiritual hereditary tie, may help to just kick the beam in the right direction at a vital crisis; or may keep him from drifting through the long slack times when, so to speak, we are only fielding and no balls are coming our way.

If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat these two imposters just the same ... If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you ... If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds' worth of distance run ... you'll be a Man, my son!

No man's cub can run with the people of the jungle, howled Shere Khan. Give

At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: "Nag, come up and dance with death!" Eye to eye and head to head,      (Keep the measure, Nag.) This shall end when one is dead;      (At thy pleasure, Nag.) Turn for turn and twist for twist–      (Run and hide thee, Nag.) Hah! The hooded Death has missed!      (Woe betide thee, Nag!)

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If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same

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Rudyard Kipling

Now, don't be angry after you've been afraid. That's the worst kind of cowardice

Akela, the great gray Lone Wolf, who led all the Pack by strength and cunning, lay out at full length on his rock, and below him sat forty or more wolves of every size and color, from badger-colored veterans who could handle a buck alone, to young black three-year-olds who thought they could. The Lone Wolf had led them for a year now. He had fallen twice into a wolf-trap in his youth, and once he had been beaten and left for dead; so he knew the manners and customs of men.

They did not hang medals, in those days, on all who by accident had heard a gun fired.

I am two Mowglis, but the hide of Shere Khan is under my feet.

Rudyard Kipling

Me! Me that taught you how for to walk abroad like a man—whin you was a dhirty little, fish-backed little, whimperin' little recruity. As you are now, Stanley Orth'ris! Ortheris said nothing for a while, Then he unslung his belt, heavy with the badges of half a dozen regiments that his own had lain with, and handed it over to Mulvaney. I'm too little for to mill you, Mulvaney

Rudyard Kipling

Al éxito y al fracaso, esos dos impostores, trátalos siempre con la misma indiferencia

If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated, don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise.