Quotes About Adversity

Livvy and her father] Neither of us had been as strong as we'd wanted to be.

What a thrilling story of wartime survival!

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and when it comes, hold you head high, look it squarely in eye and say, 'I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.'

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity, it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life. . . . Look it squarely in the eye, and say, I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.

Problems are inevitable. Misery is a choice.

Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life, and when it comes, hold your head high, look it quarely in the eye and say, 'I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.

People who drink to drown their sorrow should be told that sorrow knows how to swim.

If I were asked to give what I consider the single most useful bit of advice for all humanity, it would be this: Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life, and when it comes, hold your head high. Look it squarely in the eye, and say, 'I will be bigger than you. You cannot defeat me.

Some women have the best husbands. Others make the best of the husbands they have.

Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and when it comes hold your head high look it squarely in the eye and say "I will be bigger then you. You cannot defeat me

Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself; the most comforting words of all; this, too, shall pass.

Just 'cause trouble comes visiting doesn't mean you have to offer it a place to sit down.

What happened is baked into your bones, ...It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

whoever she was becoming. She was grateful that her father had prepared her for this type of hard, lonely

No matter how many minutes remained on the clock, there was no chance of victory.

From the time she was born, she had been hemmed into an ever-narrowing space, until now she was very nearly walled in and the wall had been built up brick by brick by eager white hands.

And while you were out working to pay the rent on this stinking, rotten place, why, the street outside played nursemaid to your kid. The street did more than that. It became both mother and father and trained your kid for you, and it was an evil father and a vicious mother, and, of course, you helped the street along by talking to him about money.

It is wrong to give way to grief.

you see how people get through their misfortunes, if they have a heart to bear up against them, and do nothing that can lie on their conscience afterwards; and how suddenly one comes to be happy, just, perhaps, when one is beginning to think one never is to be happy again!

We learn, also, that those who do only THAT WHICH IS RIGHT, endure nothing in misfortune but a trial of their virtue, and from trials well endured derive the surest claim to the protection of heaven.

You see," said Paulo, when they had departed, and he came to himself again, "you see how people get through their misfortunes, if they have but a heart to bear up against them, and do nothing that can lie on their conscience afterwards; and how suddenly one comes to be happy, just when one is beginning to think one never is to be happy again!

After all, Ginger Rogers did everything that Fred Astaire did. She just did it backwards and in high heels.

Our enemies make us strong, Miss Muffet, not our friends. Our friends will lie to us, tell us what we need to hear. Forgive us. We must keep a few good enemies on hand, always, to keep us sharp and teach us never to do anything that needs forgiveness.

I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well, in the storybooks I read, there were never long, long, rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.