Quotes About Challenges

Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet.

Life isn't always fair, lass, but that doesn't mean it can't still be sweet."- Dageus

But we have to— No we don't. But we can't— Yes we can. But she doesn't— She'll figure it out. But it's— Not your fault and not your problem. But I'm the one— Bloody hell, Ms. Lane, how many "buts" are you going to throw at me besides the only one I want?

It's not the hand you're dealt that matters. It's how you play the cards.

Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are.

I didn't have time to change." "Then you'll make it now. I'm not working on you with that much death on your skin.

Rule #1 in the Universe: the crap always hits the fan. It's the nature of crap. It's a fan magnet.

Life didn't explode in the sunshine and pretty places. Life took the strongest root with a little bit of rain and a whole lot of shit for fertilizer.

I'm sorry your pretty little world got all screwed up, but everybody's does, and you go on. It's how you go on that defines you.

When we're kids," Dancer said, "we're made of steel. And we think we're invincible but stuff happens and that steel gets stretched and pulled and twisted into impossible shapes. Most people are torn apart by the time they're married and have kids of their own. But some people, the few, figure out how to let that steel heat and bend. And in all the places other people break, they get stronger.

Gibraltar hadn't thought that even his cosseted Jillian could pout, sulk, and be nasty for three solid weeks. She could.

Immortals. Pains in the asses, every one of them.

No simple cherry picker for me, she thought. I get a time-traveling genius who comes with a world of problems and sends me back through time to fix them.

Nothing was easy. Every move, each decision, a matter of life and death. It made for interesting times. Small human lives were so limited. And for that very reason, so fascinating. Shadowed by death, life became immediate. Intense.

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trials, or fractured by a permanent, damning fault line.

Most of the time I can handle the mess I call my life, but in the butt-crack of the night even I get a little depressed

I have to balance the scales and there's a lot weighing in against me.

Life fucks you anonymously. It doesn't want to know your name, doesn't give a shit about your station. The terrain never stops shifting. One minute you think you've got the world by the balls, the next minute you don't know where the fuck the world's balls are.

I'm always thinking things are as bad as they can get and they get worse.

When I lived at the abbey, Ro told me I have growing pains and that superheroes have them worse than most people.

It's not easy to remember what you are every single bloody fucking second.

Nothing had been easy for me in Dublin. I no longer expected it to be, nor would I waste time complaining when it could be put to better use moving forward.

Improvements are temporary countermeasures, not permanent solutions.

Small businesses pay 18 percent more than big businesses for health care, the same health care, just because they're small and they have too small a pool of risk.