Quotes About Adversity

But sometimes, no matter how hard you plan, mistakes can still be made. Sometimes, problems arise that you never even thought about beforehand.

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

it's good to know who hates you and it is good to be hated by the right people

You build on failure. You use it as a stepping sone. Close the door on the past. You don't try to forget the mistakes, but you don't dwell on it. You don't let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.

Breathe. It's only a bad day, not a bad life.

Tomorrow it'll all be over, then I'll have to go back to selling pens again.

It's only a bad day, not a bad life.

It's not what you accomplish in life, but what you overcome.

I've often been criticised, but never critically wounded

He that embarks on the voyage of life will always wish to advance rather by the impulse of the wind than the strokes of the oar; and many foulder in their passage; while they lie waiting for the gale.

There is always a way out of a situation. Might be ugly. Might leave you feeling like the earth had gone and shifted under your feet. But there is always a way around.

Sometimes just getting through each day requires almost superhuman strength.

No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days. Today was just a bad day, a kink in the road, to be traversed and survived.

Don't let that thing define you" -Will Traynor

So I stuck that in the back of my mental filing cabinet too, under the drawer labeled: Unthinkable.

I thought the world had actually ended. I thought nothing good could ever happen again. I thought anything might happen if I wasn't vigilant. I didn't eat. I didn't go out. I didn't want to see anyone. But I survived, Paul. Much to my own surprise, I got through it. And life...well, gradually became livable again.

Sometimes, she told herself, life was a series of obstacles that just had to be negotiated, possibly through sheer act of will. She stared out at the muddy blue of the endless sea, gulped in the air, lifted her chin, and decided that she could survive this. She could survive most things. It was nobody's right to be happy, after all.

it was as if I had lost a layer of skin—I woke up laughing, or crying.

But if you cannot change your situation, then you have no choice. You can only change how you think about it.

This was the story of our lives: minor insurrections, tiny victories, a brief chance to ridicule our oppressors, little floating vessels of hope amid a great sea of uncertainty, deprivation and fear.

So once upon a time Ed met a girl who was the most optimistic person he had even know. A girl who wore flip-flops in the hope of spring. She seemed to bounce through life like Tigger; the things that would have felled most people didn't seem to touch her. Or if she did fall, she bounced right back. She fell again, plastered on a smile, dusted herself off, and kept going. He never could work out whether it was the single most heroic thing or the most idiotic thing he'd ever seen.

Every time you get a chance to move forward, you just hijack your own future. it's like - you don't actually want to... You're in control of your own life. And yet you act like you're permanently buffeted by events outside your control.

Course, you know that only happens till you learn to hit back harder.