Quotes About Adversity

If there's one thing that a study of history has taught us, it is that things can always get worse.

Murray regarded all hardship as a test of character. To surrender to callousness or despair in the face of such sorrow was to be revealed as its accomplice.

Rock and menopause do not mix. It is not good, it sucks and every day I fight it to the death, or, at the very least, not let it take me over.

Some of us can be examples about going ahead and growing, and some of us, unfortunately, don't make it there, and end up being examples because they had to die. I hit rock bottom, but thank God my bottom wasn't death.

Do you know, it's funny, but I never thought of being blind as a disadvantage, and I never thought of being black as a disadvantage.

I do not hesitate to say that any man of determined character could keep out of trouble even in the worst days of the camp, provided he had no tempting wealth, attended to his own affairs, and maintained a quiet though resolute demeanour.

Somewhere in this latest humiliation there was a lesson in self-reliance. He'd failed so completely that he'd become his own man again.

It's a big enough umbrella, but it's always me that ends up getting wet.

We had no more courage than Harriet Tubman or Marcus Garvey had in their times. We just had a more vulnerable enemy.

My dear and lovely boy, if we swim through the maelstorm that the court of Oubrahan has waiting for us, I will reward and regale you with tales. Until then, we must hope and pray for just treatment.

Not only did failure oppress me, but I could no longer deny the pattern revealing itself before me.

It seemed inconceivable she would be strong enough to mature, in this world of so many perils.

Morning brought fury to my door in several forms.

Whatever my jaded heart feels, my instinctive desire to survive is much stronger.

Only the weak make of their weakness a virtue.

She will survive with awareness, and there is no greater penance.

We have to make good use of the tools that fall in our lap, no matter how sharp they seem to our clumsy fingers.

I will slither from his grasp. I will be like the Caradorean mist. If someone punches me, they will hit only air. I cann't be broken by force. I will bend and twist and float away. If he cuts me with a sword, I will laugh. If he cuts me with words, I will simply shrug. He will laugh at what happens to me at the fire pits and I will smile and shrug. It doesn't matter.

How much longer will you stand, dark lady? I admire the way you cling to life, even though half your roots are now nothing more than lifeless twigs.

Life would become difficult again for a while, but I knew I'd have the strength to face it.

You have lost control and will do whatever you can to salvage your position. This is why you are so calm in the face of all that's happened today.

It seemed that walls were closing around her, walls of fire.

Everything I had was taken from me and I was shaped into a monster!

We concluded they must have a proud and defiant streak within them, and must, in some ways, enjoy their precarious existence.