Quotes & Sayings About Being Strong With Hard Times

Sometimes those silent gestures mean the most. They're the glue that holds our fragile lives together. — H.M. Ward

The little cakes were iced in white, with golden yellow icing roses on top, and instead of ice cream there was sherbet that was a rainbow of colors in each dish. — Jane Louise Curry

A blossom must break the sheath it has been sheltered by. — Phyllis Bottome

People will be able to judge for themselves. — Hillary Clinton

Even now she can't decide. She thinks about flipping a coin. Heads she goes, tails she stays. But isn't indecisiveness an early sign of mental illness? — Judy Blume

Go up in a big airplane. Go high enough, and you will see the radiation rainbow interference ring around the shadow of the airplane on the clouds below. — Steven Magee

He who wants the world must first escape from it. — Daniel Handler

I can't change the pain you suffered in the past, but I can do everything possible to prevent the pain you might suffer in the future. — Julie Eshbaugh

The biggest mistake we make in creating successful relationships is that we seek to experience who we are through others rather than allowing others to experience who they are through us. — Neale Donald Walsch

If [we] have no chosen the kingdom of God [first], it will make in the end no difference what [we] have chosen instead. — William Law

I've been to every park in every city and not seen a statue to a committee. — Gilbert K. Chesterton

I'm always reading something. — John Oates

He has great tranquillity of heart who cares neither for the praises nor the fault-finding of men. He will easily be content and pacified, whose conscience is pure. You are not holier if you are praised, nor the more worthless if you are found fault with. What you are, that you are; neither by word can you be made greater than what you are in the sight of God. — Thomas A Kempis

My chains are broken! — Lailah Gifty Akita

Made up of corallitic accretions and painful increments, lit on rare occasions by bolts of revelation, and then stuffed behind the wainscotting to grope in the mouse-turd dust, art is the equivalent of athlete's foot, at best an exquisite itch, at worst an excuse to stop walking. On the emotional side, it is either masturbation with a hockey glove or a night beneath the sliding moon that shames Eros. — Harold Town