Quotes About Hardship

He that has never suffered extreme adversity knows not the full extent of his own depravation.

Other Definitions of Adversity Adversity is the touchstone of virtue.

Want is the mother of industry.

Sloth is the mother of poverty.

The fact that life is a grind is what sharpens many a man's wits.

Each negative experience hardens us a little more to life. Some of us are tough as concrete — but try to leave yourself a few cracks, so that flowers can still grow through.

naši su doživljaji ?esto tako zamršeni i teški da nije ?udo što ih ljudi pravdaju u?eš?em samog Satane, nastoje?i tako da ih objasne ili bar u?ine lakše podnošljivim.

Everything is breaking stones, up to a point.

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable. — Maya Angelou

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world.

You didn't make lieutenant without wading through, and learning to cut through, the usual crap.

taught him never to look at skin—the color of skin is nothing. We're all God's children. He was a good boy. I told him, he had to work, that all of us must earn our way. So he took the work there, there where they killed him. Because I told him to.

Mi madre se pasó la vida trabajando. Fregaba los suelos de otros, cocinaba para ellos, lavaba sus platos. Lavaba su ropa sucia. Fregaba sus baños después de que los usaran. Se arrodillaba y limpiaba el retrete. Pero cuando estaba vieja y enferma, la olvidaron. La apartaron de su vista. Cuando murió, la arrojaron al fuego.

She felt sorry for the female who had been driven to such traits. Who had kept herself apart from all emotions. The female had been born under a curse. The female had done evil and had evil done unto her. The female hardened herself, her mind and her emotions becoming steel. The female had been wrong about that locking down, that self containment. It was not a case of strength, as she always told herself. It was strictly survival...

Sagas wouldn't be interesting if terrible things didn't happen to the people in them.

You stand on dead men's legs. You've never had any of your own. You couldn't walk alone between two sunrises and hustle the meat for your belly

There was nothing the matter with them except they were dead tired. It was not the dead-tiredness that comes through brief and excessive effort, from which recovery is a matter of hours; but it was the dead-tiredness that comes through the slow and prolonged strength drainage of months of toil.

My dad grew up with straight-up no running water. He slept in a twin bed with his two sisters and his mom, like 'Charlie And The Chocolate Factory' style: like, feet at the head, feet at the head alternating. And then I think his dad slept on, like, a bed of newspapers on a floor in their apartment.

Eventually I did that, but it took a lot of twists and turns, and there were a year or two there where I was living with no money at all - no home, no car, no nothing. I was living in somebody's garage in Los Angeles at that point - for a year.

Orissa is cursed by the two tragic extremes of drought and famine.

I was a mailman walking in the snow six days a week, 12-hour days. Every two weeks, I'd get a check for $228.

I went dead broke - twice! - trying to get Gas Monkey up and going. And when I say broke, I mean sleeping on my sister's couch and can't pay-the-rent type broke.

I used to work as a logger, which is the lowest of the low, you just had to type up what happens.

Mining is one of the most dangerous jobs out there, and it shapes and crafs a particular type of person.