Quotes About Adversity

Oh, the times are hard and the wages low;Leave her, Johnny, leave her!I'll pack my bag and go below.It's time for us to leave her!

e não existe um só pilar de granito a impedir-me de partir.

Estreita é do prazer na vida a taça: Largo, como o oceano é largo e fundo, E como ele em venturas infecundo, O cális amargoso da desgraça. E contudo nossa alma, quando passa incerta peregrina, pelo mundo, Prazer só pede à vida, amor fecundo, É com essa esperança que se abraça.

Turn each and every dark tear into a pearl of wisdom, and find the blessing in every curse.

Mistakes are never frowned upon as a piece of glaring inefficiency, but are regarded as very good lessons for us by which we can profit to the fullest extent.

Assume the worst. About everybody. But don't let this poisoned outlook affect your job performance. Let it all roll off your back. Ignore it. Be amused by what you see and suspect. Just because someone you work with is a miserable, treacherous, self-serving, capricious and corrupt asshole shouldn't prevent you from enjoying their company, working with them or finding them entertaining.

Nhi?u khi Ä'i?u t?t nh?t có th? x?y ra cho chúng ta - Ä'ó là nh? ho?n n?n b?t th?n ?p tá»›i, chúng ta ???c t?nh ngá»™ trÆ°á»›c thá»±c t?i, t? Ä'ó chúng ta bÆ°á»›c vào ??c tin.

These people don't bring delinquency with them; they become delinquent when they're faced with certain situations here.

In fact, among the people I met, the term soviet served essentially as a synonym for 'fucked up'. I'd been in the country about three days when a car that was sent to take me to an interview failed to start. After several attempts to get it going, the driver turned to me, smiled wearily and explained: 'Soviet car'. By that time, that was all the explanation I needed.

It was hard to live through the early 1940s in France and not have the war be the center from which the rest of your life spiraled. Marie-Laure still cannot wear shoes that are too large, or smell a boiled turnip, without experiencing revulsion. Neither can she listen to lists of names. Soccer team rosters, citations at the end of journals, introductions at faculty meetings – always they seem to her some vestige of the prison lists that never contained her father's name.

See obstacles as opportunities, Reinhold. See obstacles as inspirations.

Werner, people said I was brave. When my father left, people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?" He says, "Not in years. But today. Today maybe I did.

This was a life, this was how people chose to live? Somewhere inside she could feel winds dying, the gales of her youth stifled. She was learning that in her life everything— health, happiness, even love—was subject to the landscape; the weathers of the world were inseparable from the weathers of her soul.

Piensa en los obstáculos como en oportunidades, Reinhold. Piensa en los obstáculos como inspiraciones».

But the cracks were splitting, finding power, thickening into chasms.

The despair doesn't last. Marie-Laure is too young and her father is too patient.

Cuando perdí la vista, Werner, la gente me decía que era valiente. Cuando mi padre se marchó, la gente me dijo que era valiente. Pero no se trata de valentía, es que no tengo otra opción. Me despierto y vivo mi vida, ¿acaso no haces tú lo mismo?

But seven-year-old Werner seems to float. He is undersized and his ears stick out and he speaks with a high, sweet voice; the whiteness of his hair stops people in their tracks. Snowy, milky, chalky. A color that is the absence of color. Every morning he ties his shoes, packs newspaper inside his coat as insulation against the cold, and begins interrogating the world.

One in the morning," Bunny says, "and one at night. Sometimes, kid, we all need a little help shoveling the shit.

It was hard to live through the early 1940s in France and not have the war be the center from which the rest of your life spiraled.

Aethon," says Olivia. "The fool you were telling us about. In the story? Even though he keeps going the wrong way, keeps getting turned into the wrong thing, he never gives up. He survives." Zeno looks at her, some new understanding seeping into his consciousness.

people said I was brave. But it is not bravery; I have no choice. I wake up and live my life. Don't you do the same?

They look like scarecrows shipping west to be staked in some terrible garden.

A single fruit fly in his wine can send a black thread twisting through his mood that lingers for days.