Quotes About Adversity

sometimes, the most impenetrable brick walls are made of flesh.

Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted. And experience is often the most valuable thing you have to offer.

Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted...It's a phrase worth considering at every brick wall we encounter, and at every disappointment. It's also a reminder that failure is not just acceptable, it's often essential.

I was heartbroken, but I was not deterred. I would find a way around this brick wall.

This is what it is. We can't change it. We just have to decide how we'll respond. We cannot change the cards we are dealt, just how we play the hand.

Sometme later that afternoon I met a friend who was covered in gray dust and limping. I noticed he had a few small cuts on his hands, too. I asked him if he was okay and he said, "I'm walking and talking . . . I'm not bitching about anything." In retrospect, that seemed to sum up the attitude of people at Ground Zero who survived when the buildings collapsed. They might have some injuries but they had perspective.

Excuses were for those willing to concede that weakness was their strongest ally.

Establishing a rock-solid anchor is the first step to surviving emotional chaos.

Didn't understand the nation's habit of clubbing itself each morning with a list of tragedy and doom before trying to go cheerfully into the day. Like arsenic, it had to have a cumulative effect.

(C)(P) POVERTY HAS TAUGHT ME THE MANY WAYS TO CULTIVATE PATIENCE IN DEALING WITH ADVERSITY AND UNCERTAINTY. I TRY TO PASS THIS ON TO THE YOUNG PEOPLE, BUT THEY CHOOSE TO REMAIN IGNORANT OF SUCH LIFE SAVING VIRTUES.

my mother always said-once a man, twice a child! she explained thus:- a man will become, and act almost like an infant child, although fully grown as an adult, if and when certain diseases in life strikes him. He crumbles easily.

one thing poverty has taught me is how to be patient.because I learn that so many times,-driven by our desire to make things better with our circumstances, we often overlook the dangers of unforeseen catastrophic consequences. my beloved mother would say-tek time, run fast. jamaican proverbial wisdom.

Ras cardo speaks-tragedy and triumph usually go hand in hand like the flip sides of the same coin, and the truth that you dare not have one without the other- ras cardo reasonings.

Just because a situation is grim doesn't mean you don't have every right to smile.

The world isn't interested in the storms you encountered, but whether or not you brought in the ship.

Have you ever noticed the phenomena that humans can be at their best when things are at their worst? At such times, we can be heroic, actively compassionate, demonstratively generous, and completely selfless. Why do you suppose that is? Might it be our Ancestors and beloved Dead empowering us as allies from a higher plane of existence? Perhaps it may even be the soul taking the reins when the consciousness of the person is stunned into inaction.

The tallest blade of grass is the surest to be cut.

If God treats you well by teaching you a disastrous lesson, you never forget it.

When I graduated from high school, it was during the Depression and we had no money.

It's a weak faith that only serves God in times of blessing. The book of Job teaches us that true faith, genuine faith, great faith is revealed only when we serve and trust God in the hard times, the times of suffering, loss, and opposition. That's the kind of faith that makes the world sit up and take notice.

Surviving, that's my plan.

When I flew back to Chicago that fateful day in 1954, I had a freshly signed contract with the McDonald brothers in my briefcase. I was a battle-scarred veteran of the business wars, but I was still eager to go into action. I was 52 years old. I had diabetes and incipient arthritis. I had lost my gall bladder and most of my thyroid gland in earlier campaigns. But I was convinced that the best was ahead of me.

It seemed like we averaged a blowout every fifteen or twenty miles. I'd jack up the car and pull off the wheel to patch the traitorous inner tube, and sometimes while I was applying the glue or manning the air pump, another tire would go bang! and expire. The roads were pretty primitive, of course, especially those red clay tracks through Georgia.

Achievement must be made against the possibility of failure, against the risk of defeat. It is no achievement to walk a tightrope laid flat on the floor. Where there is no risk, there can be no pride in achievement and, consequently, no happiness.