Quotes About Challenges

Long before I became a feminist in any explicit way, I had turned from writing love stories about women in which women were losers, and adventure stories about men in which the men were winners, to writing adventure stories about a woman in which the woman won. It was one of the hardest things I ever did in my life.

The trouble with men is that they have limited minds. That's the trouble with women, too. [ Existence (1975)]

Men succeed. Women get married. Men fail. Women get married. Men enter monasteries. Women get married. Men start wars. Women get married. Men stop them. Women get married.

Being mature isn't what it's cracked up to be.

There's good news and slightly less good news.

I'm warning you now, said Freyja stiffly, I have...certain issues...with Loki. (Maddy wondered briefly whether there was anyone in the Nine Worlds who didn't have issues with Loki.)

At17, balanced on that precarious walkway between adolescence and adulthood, the world is a crazy obstacle course paved one day with broken glass, the next with apple blossom.

LaimÄ—. Paprasta kaip stiklinÄ— Å¡okolado, arba kankinanti kaip Å¡irdis. Karti. Saldi. Gyva.

To be a woman, I have learnt, is to be the constant recipient of unwanted pieces of male advice.

If it had been easy for Romeo to get to Juliet, nobody would have cared. Same goes for Cyrano and Don Quixote and Gatsby and their respective paramours. What captures the imagination is watching men throw themselves at a brick wall over and over again, and wondering if this is the time that they won't be able to get back up.

That's what happens to dreams, life gets in the way.

Maybe if God gives you a handicap, he makes sure you've got a few extra doses of humor to take the edge off.

Life, it turns out, goes on. There is no cosmic rule that grants you immunity from the details just because you have come face-to-face with a catastrophe. The garbage can still overflow, the bills arrive in the mail, telemarketers, interrupt dinner.

The best thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task to start over.

Adults, light-years away from this, rolled their eyes and smirked and said, this too shall pass - as if adolescence was a disease like chicken pox, something everyone recalled as a mild nuisance, completely forgetting how painful it had been at the time.

We pretend that we know our children, because it's easier than admitting the truth--from the minute that cord is cut, they are strangers. It's far easier to tell yourself your daughter is still a little girl than to see her in a bikini and realize she has the curves of a young woman; it's safer to say you're a good parent who has all the right conversations about drugs and sex than to acknowledge there are a thousand things she would never tell you.

A girl who is thirteen-which is hard, and difficult, and beautiful, and painful, and exhilarating.

Motherhood is a Sisyphean task. You finish sewing one seam shut, and another rips open. I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.

God doesn't give people burdens they can't handle.

Real mothers don't just listen with humble embarrassment to the elderly lady who offers unsolicited advice in the checkout line when a child is throwing a tantrum. We take the child, dump him in the lady's cart, and say, Great. Maybe you can do a better job. Real mothers know that it's okay to eat cold pizza for breakfast. Real mothers admit it is easier to fail at this job than to succeed.

Believe me, Being gay is not a choice. Noone would choose to make life harder than it has to be.

Ask a kid who's struggling in math if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he feels like a moron. Ask the math genius if he likes being in a mixed-level class, and he'll tell you he's sick of doing all the work during group projects. Sometimes, it's better to sort like with like.

Babies don't come with instruction booklets. You'd learn the same way we all do -- you'd read up on dinosaurs, you'd Google backhoes and skidders. And you don't need a penis to go buy a baseball glove.

What being home-schooled has taught me, more than anything, is what a waste of a life high school is.