Quotes About Adversity

Haud impune quidem; nec talia passus Ulixes, oblitusve sui est Ithacus discrimine tanto.

Tu ne cede malis

1.--ARMA virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris Italiam, fato profugus, Laviniaque venit litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto vi superum saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram; multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem, inferretque deos Latio, genus unde Latinum, Albanique patres, atque altae moenia Romae.

Musa, mihi causas memora, quo numine laeso, quidve dolens, regina deum tot volvere casus insignem pietate virum, tot adire labores impulerit. Tantaene animis caelestibus irae? New vocabulary:

lateque furentes Barcaei.

Non tamen Euryali, non ille oblitus amorum; nam sese opposuit Salio per lubrica surgens; ille autem spissa iacuit revolutus harena.

Dextrum Scylla latus, laevum implacata Charybdis obsidet, atque imo barathri ter gurgite vastos sorbet in abruptum fluctus, rursusque sub auras erigit alternos et sidera verberat unda.

Quaeritur huic alius; nec quisquam ex agmine tanto audet adire virum manibusque inducere caestus.

Quid Syrtes aut Scylla mihi, quid vasta Charybdis profuit?

Yield thou not to adversity, but press on more bravely.

Durate, et vosmet rebus servate secundis.

If I cannot prevail upon heaven, I will stir up hell!

A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her.

As we are a doomed race, chained to a sinking ship, as the whole thing is a bad joke, let us, at any rate, do our part; mitigate the suffering of our fellow-prisoners; decorate the dungeon with flowers and air-cushions; be as decent as we possibly can.

Let me pull myself out of these waters. But they heap themselves on me; they sweep me between their great shoulders; I am turned; I am tumbled; I am stretched, among these long lights, these long waves, these endless paths, with people pursuing, pursuing.

Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre

It was awful, he cried, awful, awful! Still, the sun was hot. Still, one got over things. Still, life had a way of adding day to day.

What dissolution of the soul you demanded in order to get through one day, what lies, bowings, scrapings, fluency and servility! How you chained me to one spot, one hour, one chair, and sat yourselves down opposite! How you snatched from me the white spaces that lie between hour and hour and rolled them into dirty pellets and tossed them into the waste-paper basket with your greasy paws. Yet those were my life.

I ride rough waters, and shall sink with no one to save me.

The indifference of the world which Keats and Flaubert and other men of genius have found so hard to bear was in her case not indifference but hostility. The world did not say to her as it said to them, Write if you choose; it makes no difference to me. The world said with a guffaw, Write? What's the good of your writing?

Tragedies come in the hungry hours.

And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.

I rise from my worst disasters, I turn, I change.