Quotes About Adversity

When your enemies succeed because they aren't constrained by rules, at some point you have to either accept defeat, or tear up the rulebook.

Absence of fear didn't make your brave; it was what you did in spite of being afraid. — Scot Harvath

Absence of fear didn't make you brave; it was what you did in spite of being afraid. — Scot Harvath

You can't always choose the situation you find yourself in, but you can choose how you react to it.

only easy day was yesterday, Failure

Our cross, we realize, helps define who we are. How we wrestled with our problems, how we battled the demons that often accompanied them, was what built character.

Come,' he said, 'come, we must see and act. Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same.

It all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.

Well, the devil may work against us for all he's worth, but God sends us men when we want them.

Oh, friend John, it is a strange world, a sad world, a world full of miseries, and woes and troubles, and yet when King Laugh come he make them all dance to the tune he play.

We must go through bitter waters before we reach the sweet.

Devils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters not; we fight him all the same.

I have always thought that a wild animal never looks so well as when some obstacle of pronounced durability is between us.

we men and women are like ropes drawn tight with strain that pull us different ways. Then tears come, and like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break. But King Laugh he come like the sunshine, and he ease off the strain again, and we bear to go on with our labor, what it may be.

It may be ordained that we have many nights and days to follow, if full of peril, but we must go on, and from no danger shall we shrink.

In a war one is either living like a prince or a vagabond. I

Todo viajero tiene derecho a desahogar su frustración por la menor contrariedad escribiendo a sus amigos.

all I get the sense that she is alone, perhaps by choice or perhaps because no one else was courageous enough to follow her into the darkness.

And where were you?' he asks. 'While you were gone?' 'I was in a house with many rooms. The sea sweeps through the house. Sometimes it swept over me, but always I was saved.

It never stopped, even at night, it was our lullaby. It was our metronome, our pulse. It was our lives measured out in doses slightly larger than those famous coffee spoons. Soup spoons, maybe? Dented tin spoons brimming with what should have been sweet but was sour, gone off, gone by without our savouring it: our lives

I told her once I wasn't good at anything. She told me survival is a talent

Life was hellish, she knew that. But, her smile hinted, she'd burned all that out of her.

The question was, What could we do? Could we get up every morning and take showers and put on clothes and go to work? Could we think straight? Could we not say crazy things when they occurred to us? Some of us could; some of us couldn't. In the world's terms, though, all of us were tainted.

I once told her I wasn't good at anything. She said survival is a talent.