Quotes About Adversity

The wind is rising... we must attempt to live.

all that we know, that is, all we have the power to do, has finally turned against what we are.

Le vent se lève, il faut tantrer de vivre = El viento se levanta, hay que intentar vivir

El viento se levanta… ¡hay que intentar vivir!

Le vent se lève, Il faut tenter de vivre!

Stress vindt zijn oorsprong in een bedreigende situatie, met als extreme variant een omgeving waartegenover we volledig weerloos zijn en een waarin we zelf actief kunnen ingrijpen.

The internet is not for sissies.

Lord, my whole world is turning upside down. First the news about cancer. Then the doctors' treatment plans. And now I find out the treatments may make things worse,

How can I get better by getting sicker first?

It's me who is my enemy Me who beats me up Me who makes the monsters Me who strips my confidence.

When my father would yell at me, I told myself someday I'd use it in a book.

I don't care what the haters and naysayers say. If they make jokes about me, I'll laugh because they'll probably be funny.

When I saw the rats the first time, I wanted to drop my basket where it was and run away, but we weren t rich enough for symbolic gestures. So I walked.

The first time I saw a narcissus pushing through ice and thriving, I thought it was perfect and wanted that kind of determination for myself.

It's not what you carry, but how you can learn to carry it. You need to heal yourself. Your child self too, Anna. Make room for her. Find a way to let her in.

I've sometimes thought that being loved a little less than others can actually make a person, rather than ruin them.

That's what terrible, sordid situations did to you, made you act crazily, against your own truths, against yourself.

Maybe that's the secret to surviving all sorts of trouble, knowing who you are apart from it, I mean.

Here is the world. Beautiful and terrible things will happen. Don't be afraid. —Frederick Buechner

It's not what you carry, but how you can learn to carry it.

I'd had my share of rain. My mother's illness ... had weighed on me, but the years before had been heavy, too. I was only twenty eight.

Where was that fierce girl now? I didn't feel any whisper of her stirring in me. I also had no way of knowing how much I was yet supposed to weather—when my father might return, or even if he would. The

Only trouble sticks to me with any regularity…but I'm learning to think that can shape a person, too.

In all my years of living in the bush, I had never caught malaria or any other of the terrible fevers or plagues. Now I was felled by something just as serious though more difficult to name—an illness of the spirit.