Quotes About Adversity

Slave life; freed life--everyday was a test and a trial. Nothing could be counted on in a world where even you were a solution you were a problem

The disease they suffered now was a mere inconvenience compared to the devastation they remembered.

When he was drifting, thinking only about the next meal and night's sleep, when everything was packed tight in his chest, he had no sense of failure, of things not working out. Anything that worked at all worked out.

They stopped me from getting us there, but they didn't stop you from getting here. Ha ha.

Misery don't call ahead. That's why you have to stay awake—otherwise it just walks on in your door.

Two months surrounded by country women who loved mean had changed her. The women handled sickness as though it were an affront, an illegal, invading braggart who needed whipping. They didn't waste their time or the patient's with sympathy and they met the tears of the suffering with resigned contempt.

The piece of sky she could glimpse was a dark carpet of gleaming knives pointed at her and aching to be released. She felt world-hurt—an awareness of malign forces changing her from a courageous adventurer into a fugitive.

You born here? Naw. Down south. Jacksonville, Florida. Bad country, boy. Bad, bad country. You know they ain't even got an orphanage in Jacksonville where colored babies can go? They have to put 'em in jail. I tell people that talk about them sit ins I was raised in jail, and it don't scare me none.

It could be sweat, but it hurt enough to be blood.

Listen. baby, people do funny things. Specially us. The cards are stacked against us and just trying to stay in the game, stay alive and in the game, makes us do funny things. Things we can't help. Things that make us hurt one another. We don't even know why. But look here, don't carry it inside and don't give it to nobody else. Try to understand it, but if you can't just forget it and keep yourself strong, man.

Poison is like the drowned; it always floats.

Other people went crazy, why couldn't she? Other people's brains stopped, turned around and went on to something new...

Because each had discovered years before that they were neither white nor male, and that all freedom and triumph were forbidden to them, they had set about creating something else to be

One by fire, one by water, two of what he had so intensely loved gone, he thought. He couldn't lose a third.

Through thick and thin, drought and flood, good times and bad, even though there's opposition, even though things may not be working out the way we had hoped or planned, we have one goal in this one short life we live on planet earth: Do not lose focus. Serve the purposes of God.

Trials are adverse circumstances that God introduces or allows in order to identify where we are spiritually and to prepare us for where He wants us to go.

What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle. What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel. What I thought was an injustice turned out to be a color of the sky.

We can't condone what the Spanish did; it seems barbaric to us," Larry said. "But I admire their tenacity, giving up everything familiar to come here. It would have been like traveling to the moon today." Tim agreed. "Unless you reenact Mother Teresa, you're going to run into problems if you judge people by today's moral standards.

Broken eggs make good omelettes. But you cannot build a better society on broken men.

I knew there was a minefield ahead of me and no way to avoid the bombs, and even if you didn't actually step on the bombs, you were already transformed by constantly looking out for them.

While Molly and Joseph Anning suffered materially that winter, with many days of weak soup and weaker fires, Mary barely noticed how little she was eating or the chilblains on her hands and feet. She was suffering inside.

Donne in eccedenza, così venivano chiamate quelle rimaste nubili a causa della guerra e che difficilmente si sarebbero sposate, una minaccia, anzi una vera tragedia, per una società basata sul matrimonio. Violet aveva pensato che col tempo ci avrebbe fatto l'abitudine, invece a trentotto anni suonati le bruciava ancora l'idea di essere una donna in eccedenza.

You know what they say: trouble always comes in threes.

become the adviser to presidents and an honored member of New England society. Ohiyesa, or Eastman, went to Beloit College where he learned English and immersed himself in the culture and ways of the white world. Upon graduation he went east. He attended Dartmouth College, then was accepted into medical school at Boston University, which he completed in 1890. He returned to his native Midwest to work among his own people as a physician on the Pine Ridge reservation