Quotes About Adversity

Bad thing about fighters, though, too often they were forged in fire.

As I stand there in the immaculate evening I do not find it strange to be fighting an entire town, a whole county. I am alone, yes, of course I am, but I am not particularly afraid. The house was empty and lonely before—I just did not realize it—it's no worse now. I know that I shall hurt as much as I have been hurt. I shall destroy as much as I have lost.

The truly terrible things are those one cannot alter, to which one is indefinitely committed.

Sometimes, when it had been a hard day at school and the future looked unusually dark, Miss Matt would permit herself to cry luxuriously for half an hour; afterward she would wash her face, and dress and go out to some nice restaurant for dinner.

Sometimes the people who knock you down never turn once to look.

Remember, Natalie, your enemies will always come from the same place your friends do.

No one ever remembers just a bad thing, they remember all around it, all that happened before it and after it, and of course, she told herself consolingly, one bad thing is probably enough.

I think that an atmosphere like this one can find out the flaws and faults and weaknesses in all of us, and break us apart in a matter of days. We have only one defense, and that is running away.

I would rather cover my face in fire ants." "Oh

I found that no matter what unpleasantness I found myself involved with, if I stopped and asked myself, "Why have I created this? What am I learning from this?" the circumstance became not a tragedy but an enlightening experience.

Maybe it didn't really matter what we did to preserve ourselves. There was always some truck somewhere. The thing was not to let that stop you not to let it direct your life

Of him they said the proverb had been invented: All good swimmers are drowned.

Like they say—you get used to troubles.

Like they say: a pimple on a blister, a blister on a boil.

As your mother would say, "If you're knee-deep in mud, keep on crawling.

The wise man blesses the whip that flogs him," says my mother.

In short, things are going from bad to worse. But if you want peace and quiet, my mother says, you should look for it in the grave …

Everyone is going to America and no one has a way of getting there. Some folks have been sent back to Russia. Some have found work in Lemberg. Some have been sent on to Cracow.

But after the last straw, there's always more, as my mother says.

I don't know how it is with other writers, but I've been treated like the lowest of the low.

Where were they coming from? From Zhmerinka, and from Kazatin, and from Razdyelne, and from Popelne, and from a few-other places that were equally famous for their roughnecks.

There were, it appeared, more ways to skin a Katz than one Ã¢â'¬Â¦

Life is one percent what happens to you, and ninety-nine percent how you respond to it.

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