Beauty in Adversity Quotes

After every storm, if you look hard enough, a rainbow appears.

There are thorns everywhere, but along the path of vice, roses bloom above them.

We are not trying to solve the world's problems... However, even in the midst of hatred and killing, there are things worth living for. A wonderful encounter, or a thing of beauty can still exist.

Come out to view / the truth of flowers blooming / in poverty.

Hope is like one of those orchids that grows around toxic waste: lovely in itself - and an assertion, if you like, of indefatigable good - but a sure sign that something nasty lies underneath.

The struggle is beautiful.

It is our destiny to be born beautiful into an ugly age.

reality can be magnificent even when life is not.

After everything that's happened, how can the world still be so beautiful? Because it is.

Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.

If you come to Plum Village in the summertime, you see many lotus flowers. Without the mud the lotus flowers cannot grow. You cannot separate lotus flowers from the mud. It is the same with understanding and love. These are two kinds of flowers that grow on the ground of suffering

And I will show that there is no imperfection in the present, and can be none in the future, And I will show that whatever happens to anybody it may be turned to beautiful results.

Here is a writer possessing the greatest talent: that of fully inhabiting the lives of others. Spargo conjures up these two as no one has done before. Scott and Zelda become, in Spargo's remarkable novel, not people of history but of literature, and reminders of what we fight for, what we fail to win, and the beauty that abides between. A marvel of a book.

Art invites us to know beauty and to solicit it, summon it, from even the most tragic of circumstances.

Life is a beautiful struggle.

We live in the least ugly time in history. If you look at back when Beethoven was writing, half the kids were dying, mothers were dying at childbirth, there were more wars going on then than there are now. People wrote the most beautiful things during the ugliest times.

People wrote the most beautiful things during the ugliest times.

The beautiful remains so in ugly surroundings.

Beauty that arose out of pain.

There is a way of looking at an awful place from a certain angle that allows it to take on a beauty because it is what it is.

Her grey eyes sparkled with passion as she spoke. Sid looked into them and for a second he glimpsed her soul. He saw what she was - fierce and brave. Upright. Impatient. And good. So good that she would sit covered in gore, shout at dangerous men, and keep a long, lonely vigil - all to save the likes of him. He realized she was a rare creature, as rare as a rose in winter.

Even though homelessness reaches into the depths of despair, there's also a pride and beauty in it, as well.

For the majority of the people it is a difficult place to live. That's a reality that we can't ignore. But there is also great beauty to it.

The monstrous thing is not that men have created roses out of this dung heap, but that, for some reason or other, they should want roses.