Quotes About Adversity

your camellias are holding up

Lenore had pushed her into had been a complete disaster.

Don't cry, Samarra whispered, Nothing ever happens to the brave.

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Well, so much for

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Son cosas que pasan. Lo único es que en la cárcel duelen más.

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È una regola della vita che si possa (anzi, si debba) imparare da tutti. Ci sono cose della serietà della vita che possiamo imparare da ciarlatani e da banditi, ci sono filosofie che gli stolti possono insegnarci, ci sono lezioni di fermezza e di legge che provengono dal caso e da coloro che fanno parte del caso. Tutto è in ogni cosa.

Compra-se a glória com desgraça.

Since all stoicism is really just a harsher form of epicureanism, I want as far as possible to enjoy my misfortune.

The truly wise man is the one who can keep external events from changing him in any way. To do this, he covers himself with an armour of realities closer to him than the world's facts and through which the facts, modified accordingly, reach him. 98.

O meu estoicismo é uma necessidade orgânica. Preciso de me couraçar contra a vida. Como todo o estoicismo não passa de um epicurismo severo, desejo, quanto possível, fazer que a minha desgraça me divirta

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The truly wise man is the one who can keep external events from changing him in any way. To do this, he covers himself with an armour of realities closer to him than the world's facts and through which the facts, modified accordingly, reach him.

My pride was stoned by blind men, my disillusion trampled on by beggars .....

My life: a tragedy booed off the stage by the gods after only the first act.

My pride stoned by blind men and my disillusion trampled on by beggars.

My soul finds hard edges to all the soft comforts on which I lean for support.

It's as if someone were using my life to beat me with.

Whenever I've tried to free my life from a set of the circumstances that continually oppress it, I've been instantly surrounded by other circumstances of the same order, as if the inscrutable web of creation were irrevocably at odds with me. I yank from my neck a hand that was choking me, and I see that my own hand is tied to a noose that fell around my neck when I freed it from the stranger's hand. When I gingerly remove the noose, it's with my own hands that I nearly strangle myself.

I accept injustice as I accept a stone not being round