Quotes About Adversity

I remember adapt," says Toby. "It was another way of saying tough luck. To people you weren't going to help

To have them sizing him up. To have them thinking, He can't do it, he won't do, he'll have to do, this last as if he were a garment, out of style or shoddy, which must nevertheless be put on because there's nothing else available. To

Malum quidem nullum esse sine aliquo bono, Tin noted in the journal he was sporadically keeping then. Every cloud has a silver lining.

The Fall was ongoing, but its trajectory led ever downward. Sucked

How did she end up in this madhouse? By putting one foot in front of the other and never taking her eyes off her feet. You could end up anywhere that way.

Matter of fact, you would, says Zeb. Heart like shale. What you need is a good fracking.

On the other hand, she had an uncanny resistance to physical pain: if she burnt her mouth or cut herself, as a rule she didn't cry. It was ill will, the ill will of the universe, that distressed her.

It was love, after all, that rubbed the skins from their gray cheeks, crippled their fingers, snarled their hair, brown or dull gold. Hate would merely have smashed them.

The circumstances have been reduced; for those of us who still have circumstances.

Some of the best things are done by those with nowhere to turn, by those who don't have time, by those who truly understand the word helpless. They dispense with the calculation of risk and profit, they take no thought for the future, they're forced at spearpoint into the present tense. Thrown over a precipice, you fall or else you fly; you clutch at any hope, however unlikely; however - if I may use such an overworked word - miraculous. What we mean by that is, Against all odds.

what is is, as Grandma Win used to say, and what can't be cured must be endured, and laugh and the world laughs with you but cry and you cry alone.

He wouldn't have much of a life out there, picking through garbage dumps and fighting off scavengers, but at least he'd be in charge of himself again.

Some of the best things are done by those with nowhere to turn.

It was still with them, the century-old futility of trying to protect what was theirs while watching it being taken away. It clung to her people like a stain that couldn't be removed.

Too much of the world was inhospitable, intractable... Why prove that it had ever once been green?

as he huffed across the rocky edge.

We rarely choose what is subtracted from our lives, but we can choose how we respond. How we reorganize our lives in order to move forward.

Fighting back with joy rarely makes sense.

No se conoce a un hombre hasta que se le ve perder.»

La voluntad puede ser útil cuando el talento, la inspiración e incluso la suerte nos abandonan. Pero cuando la voluntad nos abandona, estamos realmente perdidos.

Yo sólo juego a ser inconstante —dije por fin—. Por dentro soy una roca. Siempre leal, siempre firme. Pero un poco de juego es la sal de la vida y mantiene a raya a mis enemigos.

As historian Albert L. Hurtado wrote, War, pestilence, and famine blow books around the planet like so many hostages to uncertain fortune. Thieves steal, vandals deface, pious clergy burn, and worms eat books. Whether threatened by worms or war, there is nothing permanent about books and libraries.

A woman's body doesn't quit just because her heart breaks.

Margaret Mayhew