Quotes About Adversity

That man who has never been in danger cannot answer for his courage.

Whatever difference may appear in men's fortunes, there is nevertheless a certain compensation of good and ill that makes all equal.

Fortune never seems so blind to any as to those on whom she bestows no favors.

We should manage our fortune as our constitution; enjoy it when good, have patience when 'tis bad, and never apply violent remedies but in cases of necessity.

Some weak people are sensible of their weakness and able to make good use of it.

To be a great man one should know how to profit by every phase of fortune.

There are no accidents so unlucky but the prudent may draw some advantage from them.

Remember that progress is not linear either. Sometimes you make great progress for a while and then you slide back a little. That's OK. Don't give up.

She had danced with death so often that she knew the moves better than she knew her own heartbeat.

Patton was bombed, strafed, shelled—but he thrived on it. At the summit of a badly littered road over a hill he stopped to survey the scarred and scorched landscape of war—rubbish that used to be farms, fields in which the grass was burning, hundreds of stiff-legged, dead cattle. He threw out his arms as if trying to embrace the scene, and shouted to the sky, "Could anything be more magnificent?!

I had a boyfriend who told me I'd never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I'd fail. I said to him, 'Someday, when we're not together, you won't be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking, Indeed is too mellow for me.

Times are not good here. The city is crumbling into ashes. It has been buried under taxes and frauds and maladministrations so that it has become a study for archaeologists...but it is better to live here in sackcloth and ashes than to own the whole state of Ohio.

I have one instinct stronger than any other thing in life, and that is the instinct for survival.

Frivolity is the species' refusal to suffer.

Criticism is a life without risk.

There wasn't any point in living when all you could do was survive.

As long as you're alive, there's always a chance things will get better." "Or worse," said Liraz. "Yes," he conceded. "Usually worse." Hazael cut in. "My sister, Sunshine, and my brother, Light. You two should rally the ranks. You'll have us killing ourselves by morning.

He looked him right in the eyes and saw a man who was great and good and human, who had done extraordinary things and terrible things and been broken and reassembled as a shell, only then to do the bravest thing of all: He had kept on living, though there are easier paths to take.

Happiness wasn't a mystical place to be reached or won--some bright terrain beyond the boundary of misery, a paradise waiting for them to find it--but something to carry doggedly with you through everything, as humble and ordinary as your gear and supplies.

By contrast, the grime of her journey, the outré inappropriateness of the state of her, it felt like armor. I earned this dirt. Respect. The dirt.

I'm lucky I'm even alive," she announced. "When I was little, I sucked on duck eyeballs.

She had inherited a story that was strewn with corpses and clotted with enmity, and was only trying to stay alive in it.

Saved from war by poor navigation?