Quotes About Adversity

It's not being hurt that hurts,' Borne said.

Delusional. Naïve. Unworkable. Dangerous. That is what the enemy called the necessities for survival. For flourishing.

Talking around the edge of a catastrophe. But wasn't that what people did, if you were still alive?

Courage is no more than learning to live with your fear.

Already his wings were burning up and he felt more like some ponderous moaning creature trapped in the mire.

Enemies were teachers in disguise.

Her only weapons were her tears.

The greatest happiness of life was to stand at the difficult border between success and failure.

One learns a good deal in the school of suffering. I wonder what would have happened to me if I had had an easy life, and had not had the privilege of tasting the joys of jail and all it means. ~ Badsha Khan, quote in Nonviolent Soldier of Islam, p. 87

Whatever the times, suffering eventually touches every life. How we live with it, and help others to, is one of the great creative and ethical opportunities

I tell you, troubles are poor things to hug. They've got to many pickers.

Quanto mais difícil, mais divertido é encontrar um motivo pra ficar contente.

Perra vida; sin trabajo, pronto nos va a secar el hambre!".

The flip side of helplessness is anger.

Savor powerlessness, after power, in every phase that matches it precisely; replace every old triumph with the new defeat; strengthen yourself on your weakness; win yourself back when so very lost.

A man can laugh while he suffers.

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OUR FIRST ACT AS FREE MEN was to throw ourselves onto the provisions. That's all we thought about. No thought of revenge, or of parents. Only of bread. And

After trampling over many bodies and corpses, we succeeded in getting inside. We let ourselves fall to the ground.

You see, Doctor, what people say is true: man carries his fiercest enemy within himself. Hell isn't others. It's ourselves.

THE BELOVED OBJECTS that we had carried with us from place to place were now left behind in the wagon and, with them, finally, our illusions. Every

The news spread through Sighet like wildfire. Soon that was all people talked about. But not for long. Optimism soon revived: The Germans will not come this far. They will stay in Budapest. For strategic reasons, for political reasons … In less than three days, German Army vehicles made their appearance on our streets.

The night had passed completely. The morning star shone in the sky. I too had become a different person. The student of Talmud, the child I was, had been consumed by the flames. All that was left was a shape that resembled me. My soul had been invaded—and devoured—by a black flame.

we had to get up whenever a Kapo came in to check if, by chance, somebody had a new pair of shoes. If so, we had to hand them over. No use protesting; the blows multiplied and, in the end, one still had to hand them over. I had new shoes myself. But as they were covered with a thick coat of mud, they had not been noticed. I thanked God, in an improvised prayer, for having created mud in His infinite and wondrous universe.