Quotes About Adversity

Nature suffers the most but never complains. Flowers never forget to bloom and beautify the world.

Problems come to our life not to give us pain, but to make us humble, kind, strong and fearless.

Let me not fear the tragedies of life but fear the triumphs.

Sometimes when you are falling down, you grow wings to fly.

No one wants to get hurt but without pain how can we win?

Problems are not roadblocks, but exercise tools.

Troubles are not always terrible, but they are a gentle reminder to grow.

Problems are the guiding lights along the way of life.

Be not afraid life with all its despair, pain and unhappiness is just a crucible wherein your brighter dreams are conceived, shaped and born

Writing is like surfing on a wild sea, in the middle of a moonless night, in a hailstorm, on a deserted island.Yeah... that about sums it up.

A prize fight is much like eating an ice-cream.Someone has to take a good licking!

Every step in life is merely part of a game. Every piece is necessary, but if you do not know how to control the game, then you become one of the pieces that are meant to be sacrificed.

Don't stop aspiring. Just learn to duck. . .

If life gets you down.Just try digging a deeper hole.

You may have a guardian angel, but I have a uzzi.You work out who's gunna come out on top!

But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?

The purpose of life is to be defeated by greater and greater things.

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane

Happiness is to take up the struggle in the midst of the raging storm and not to pluck the lute in the moonlight or recite poetry among the blossoms.

Failure: the renewable resource.

If you were going to choose a way of making your way in this world and a place to start from, you might not choose poetry and you might not choose Huddersfield.

O to be self-balanced for contingencies, to confront night, storms, hunger, ridicule, accidents, rebuffs, as the trees and animals do.

Poetry criticism at its worst today is mean in spirit and spiteful in intent, as if determined to inflict the wound that will spur the artist to new heights if it does not cripple him or her.

I sang in my chains like the sea