Quotes About Adversity

It was the worst of times, it was the worst of times.

That's what love is, this matter of hopeful travel against the usual deeply troubling odds.

be ready to be above and beyond the foul even when we're up to our eyes in it.

I'm rubble too, he thinks. Just in a different form. The whole world and all its people. Rubble.

it was a thing that has to fall to rise …

I hear them. But am I going to let it stop me reading?

And on that night, when all he's ever known in the past couple of years started to break apart, he did not try so desperately to keep her muse. He didn't need to. He also did not soak up in bottles of rum. Instead, he went home. He went home and painted. Because before any of this has ever happened, he was a painter.

no one can be strong all the time, no matter how broad their shoulders!

those who want to beat you down can't succeed unless you give them help!

And how do you get on?" she added, lowering her voice. "How about the Ogre?" "He has not ground me into bread-flour yet," responded Ruth, smiling.

Remember this central truth. Your enemy is there because he, too, has weighed the consequences of failure and accepts them. Play always to win, because nothing else matters

Child, when hard luck fall it just keep fallin'.

Mistakes are part of the game. It's how well you recover from them, that's the mark of a great player.

Mistakes are part of the game. It's how well you recover from them, that's the mark of a great player.

It's hard upon occasions to be forceful and sublime When you're treated as incompetents three-quarters of the time.

When your heart would ache to hear Other men's tongues repeating Those same light phrases that jest and jeer At a friend now grown so dear--so dear. Strange to remember long ago When a friend was almost a foe.

Anche se tendiamo a credere il contrario, la gioia si condivide meno della sventura.

Every problem has a solution, although it may not be the outcome that was originally hoped for or expected.

I was born bad and I never have recovered.

How profoundly grateful I am for the temperament which saves me from the wretched fate of those poor creatures who never find their bearings, but are tossed like dried leaves hither, thither and yon, at the mercy of every event which o'ertakes them; who feel no shame at being vanquished, or at crying out at the common lot of pain and sorrow; who never dimly suspect that the only thing which survives is the resistance we bring to life and not the strain life brings to us.

We don't have control over our lives. We just have control over how we take things.

I should have been braver myself, shown you it's okay to get hurt along the way.

Courage is not the towering oak That sees storms come and go It is the fragile blossom That opens in the snow.

And if you're referring to your anguish, it's just a thing. The shape of a trailor, a wheel, or a knife. Leave the details of your life and find another one.