Quotes About Adversity

I definitely learned a lesson this time. I know that I can be broken. I am not as tough as I thought. I see it now. At this point, it's the only thing good that came out of all of this. I know myself better now and know what I have to do.

Each experience through which we pass operates ultimately for our good. This is a correct attitude to adopt and we must be able to see it in that light.

The best rose-bush, after all, is not that which has the fewest thorns, but that which bears the finest roses.

Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.

Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows

Know how sublime a thing it is to suffer and be strong.

It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

Failure is a school in which the truth always grows strong.

Troubles are often the tools by which God fashions us for better things.

Our best successes often come after our greatest disappointments.

Troubles are often the tools God fashions us for better things.

The hardest thing that enny man kan do iz tew fall down on the ice when it iz wet, and get up and praze the Lord.

A slander is like a hornet; if you can't kill it dead the first time, better not strike at it.

They say: misfortunes, sufferings...well, if someone said to me right now, this minute: do you want to remain the way you were before captivity, or live through it all over again? For God's sake, captivity again and horsemeat! Once we're thrown off our habitual paths, we think all is lost; but it's only here that the new and the good begins. As long as there's life, there's happiness. There's much, much still to come.

A monkey was carrying two handfuls of peas. One little pea dropped out. He tried to pick it up, and split twenty. He tried to pick up the twenty, and split them all. Then he lost his temper, scattered the peas in all directions and ran away

My writing is like those little carved baskets made in prisons…

Although Vasili Andreevich felt quite warm in his two fur coats, especially after struggling in the snow drift, a cold shiver ran down his back on realizing that he must really spend the night where they were.

But after all, while she was in the house, I kept myself in hand. And the worst of it all is that she's already… it seems as if ill-luck would have it so! Oh, oh! But what, what is to be done?

The struggle for existence and hatred are the only things that unite people.

A man who does not understand the benefit of suffering does not live a clever and true life.

I only know this, that she thanks God for all her tribulations, and, above all, because her husband is dead.

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.