Half the ills we hoard in our hearts are ills because we hoard them. Barry Cornwall.
Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which in prosperous circumstances would have lain dormant.
Our dependence on God ought to be so entire and absolute that we should never think it necessary, in any kind of distress, to have recourse to human consolations.
Thomas d Kempiz.
The winter's frost must rend the burr of the nut before the fruit is seen. So adversity tempers the human heart to discover its real worth. H. De Balzac.
He that has never known adversity is but half acquainted with others, or with himself. C. C. Cotton.
Quarrel not rashly with adversities not yet understood, and overlook not the mercies often bound up in them; for we consider not sufficiently the good of evils, nor fairly compute the mercies of Providence in things afflictive at first hand. Sir Thomas Browne.
Adversity is the trial of principle. "Without it, a man hardly knows whether he is honest or not.
A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate. Sir Philip Sidney.
Prosperity is a great teacher; adversity is a greater. Possession pampers the mind; privation trains and strengthens it. w. Hazlitt.
The rose which in the sun's bright rays
Might soon have drooped and perished,
With grateful scent the shower repays
By which its life is cherished;
And thus have e'en the young in years
- Found flowers within that flourish
And yield a fragrance fed by tears,
That sunshine could not nourish.
Adversity's cold frost will soon be o'er:
It heralds brighter days; the joyous Spring
Is cradled on the Winter's icy breast,
And yet comes flushed in beauty.
He who hath never warred with misery,
Nor ever tugged with fortune and distress,
Hath had no occasion, nor no field to try
The strength and forces of his worthiness.
For ever from the hand that takes
One blessing from us, others fall;
And, soon or late, our Father makes
His perfect recompense to alL
.... God hath created nights
As well as days to deck the varied globe;
Grace comes as oft clad in the dusky robe
Of desolation, as in white attire.
For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear,
And heaven's long years of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.
W. C. Bryant.