Quotes About Adversity

the furnace of affliction comes from doing what seems right in our own eyes...

good words - that triumphalism of positivity- but life will claw and eat you - chew you over and over - if you carry such a small knife ...

when people oppose your view, you can become a lightning rod, but if I were you, I'd let them stew...

youth dies when you stop believing that you can affect the hand you're dealt at birth. The reality is, sometimes you just draw shitty cards, and no matter how much you plan, and no matter how hard you work to be good and to go to church and to think the right thoughts, there's nothing in the world you can do to get a reshuffle.

John Gilstrap

Speed and simplicity: these are the keywords to overcome the enemy.

Life is tough, but I'm tougher. Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly.

life sucks, and I am pretty sure Fate hates me. But there is nothing I can do about any of that.

If you had asked me the day before whether high school could get any worse, I would have bet you everything I had that I had sunk to the lowest I could get. Yet here I was, at a whole new sub-level I had never imagined.

Every time I had dared to hope for something in my life, it seemed that fate, like a small, angry child, went out of its way to make sure I not only didn't get it but was instead rewarded with the exact opposite.

People make trouble, trouble makes history

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

Peace hath higher tests of manhood than battle ever knew.

When things go wrong as they sometimes will, When the road you're trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

If you're gonna be stupid you gotta be tough.

I'm alone and outgunned, scared and inexperienced, but I'm right .

FOR MARY, the weeks and months after the explosion were the most critical of her life.

flogging every

The fall could have taken her all the way down, so deep she would not have come back the same or even close. He was going to pound her into the dark and leave her there.…

New York had taught me about hard stone, narrowness, and gray shadow.

But death and blood was part of what it took to go from boy to man, no matter what my mother had to say about it.

For a year, Johnny lived the new, brutal truth that he was on his own. But that's the way it was. What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that's the way he rolled - his path, his choices, and no looking back.

The gray light was unforgiving, and the road in was a hard, fast slide to the bottom rung of the human experience.

Go to hell. Come back burning.