Quotes About Adversity

It is at moments of need that one learns who one's friends are. Defeated armies learn their lesson.

Whatever gets you through the night. It's alright. It's alright.

Julia." It is hard to tell. The blisters didn't help either. In fact, they made

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There are two big forces at work, external and internal. We have very little control over external forces such as tornadoes, earthquakes, floods, disasters, illness and pain. What really matters is the internal force. How do I respond to those disasters? Over that I have complete control.

We seem to gain wisdom more readily through our failures than through our successes. We always think of failure as the antithesis of success, but it isn't. Success often lies just the other side of failure.

For it's human nature even in the direst extremity to see a spark of hope and blow it into flames.

There wasn't a stick over which he didn't stumble, and if he had bread he wouldn't have a knife, and if he had both bread and a knife he wouldn't be able to find the salt. His

For some not to be martyrs is martyrdom indeed.

The twelfth-century poet Abraham ibn Ezra, whom you encountered in high school as Browning's Rabbi ben Ezra (may his tribe increase), limpidly described the shlimazl's lot when he wrote: If I sold lamps, The sun, In spite, Would shine at night.

They say: sufferings are misfortunes," said Pierre. 'But if at once this minute, I was asked, would I remain what I was before I was taken prisoner, or go through it all again, I should say, for God's sake let me rather be a prisoner and eat horseflesh again. We imagine that as soon as we are torn out of our habitual path all is over, but it is only the beginning of something new and good. As long as there is life, there is happiness. There is a great deal, a great deal before us.

Life did not stop, and one had to live.

Enough or not...it will have to do

We imagine that when we are thrown out of our usual ruts all is lost, but it is only then that what is new and good begins. While there is life there is happiness. There is much, much before us.

When I first went to HVMS, Miller made my life about as enjoyable as a box of rabbit poo that you thought was juicy raisins.

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except shaking his head.

You probably popped open this tome hoping to find some kick-butt battles, some pithy wisecracks, some unlikely but oh-so-possible end-of-the-world scenario, only to find me up a tree, wallowing in self-pity.

Los Toros and Mala Sangre

the sandpaper voice, was all but echoing between my ears. A prick and a prophet all at once. Sometimes shit happens in the dark.…

Find beauty, try to understand, survive.

There are men who seem to have seized the trunk of life, and he was one of them. It might not be for everyone, the great, scarring thing you could not get your arms around, but it was there for him.

No hay felicidad como esta dicha: mañanas apacibles, la luz del río, el fin de semana por delante. Vivían una vida rusa, una vida fecunda, entrelazada, en la que un infortunio de uno de los miembros, un fracaso, una enfermedad, rompería el equilibrio de todos. Aquella vida era como una prenda de vestir. Su belleza estaba fuera, su calor dentro»

He was preaching about expectations, that new Christians sometimes had the expectation that life with Christ was going to be smooth and happy and without obstacle from now on. That there would be no major problems, no confrontation with evil, no valley of the shadow ever again. Not so, he said, not so. There would be tribulation in the world. That was certain. But the other certainty was that Jesus has overcome the world.