Challenges are part of life;We weaken our spirit, when we act in fear and lose hope.But we strengthen our spirit, when we fearlessly with faith and hope, rise up to meet and conquer the challenges.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Sometimes, we can’t help but to shed tears!

Lailah Gifty Akita

God turned every adversity into boundless blessings

Lailah Gifty Akita

May you find the strength to courageously live through any situation.

Lailah Gifty Akita

In every situation, may we find the grace of endurance.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Never complain, proclaim positive-words.Then, you will possess the divine grace for a change situation.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Hope is sure and steadfast trust.

Lailah Gifty Akita

God is a great healer.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Beyond the limit of pain, it is longer painful.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Be patient and endure the times.Your glorious days shall come to pass.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I suffered in my spirit, so that my soul will be restored.

Lailah Gifty Akita

With positive attitude and persistent endurance, you can overcome any challenge.

Lailah Gifty Akita

We need to develop new strategies overcome every challenge.

Lailah Gifty Akita

If you read stories, you find the strength, faith and hope to survive everyday life.

Lailah Gifty Akita

If you focus on bitterness, you destroy your life.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Somewhere, somehow, maybe I can find someone who can make my heart beat again.. For everyday that I pine for your love, and for every single time you reject me, I start to die deep inside.. That throbbing pain has slowly turned into numbing emptiness..

Laarni Venus Marie

MOTHER IS WATERI wish I couldShower your head with flowersAnd anoint your feet with my tears,For I know I have caused youSo much heartache, frustration and despair –Throughout my youthful years.I wish I could give youThe remainder of my lifeTo add to yours,Or simply eraseThe lines on your face,And mend all that has been torn.For next to God,You are the fireThat has given lightTo the flame in each of my eyes.You are the fountainThat nourished my growth,And from your chalice –Gave me life.Without the wetness of your love,The fragrance of your water,Or the trickling sounds ofYour voice,I shall always feelthirsty.

Suzy Kassem

God heals the human heart from any brokenness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Without hardships, how could we know hope?

Lailah Gifty Akita

But if a person hasn't ever experienced true despair, she grows old never knowing how to evaluate where she is in life; never understanding what joy really is. I'm grateful for it.

Banana Yoshimoto

It had started to drizzle. The lamp poles cast a kaleidoscope of light dancing across the puddles in the road. The rain made Sam feel even more lost now, as if these shadowy events were invisible to the world. As if the night was cloaked in anonymity. This wasn’t a peaceful rain - it was a sad one. A drizzle, which wept for the inevitable. Sam knew even if she got Alison out of this alive, the cuts on their lives had already been made, pooling the blood of consequence beneath their feet as the night dragged on. Whichever way this went, they’d have scars from this night. Scars and scabs and things which could not be spoken. And that made her feel utterly hopeless.

Adelheid Manefeldt

At times I was desperate and could find no solace anywhere. Nothing seemed to work, and the weight of being trapped in my own body made it difficult to lift even a hand off the sheets.

Lucy Grealy

I amBroken single motherDisconnected loverSlow motion dresserDark secret confessorWhite flag trendProfessional dead end

Casey Renee Kiser

She imagined herself drowning along the tides of Sumendu Lake, down own into the depths of solemn solitude, splashing into the serenity of forever silence.

Ashmita Acharya

He tore his gaze from the door to eye the medallion at his chest, black and dull, sharply offset by the gold around it and along the chain. She was losing this war, he thought, feeling the dullness of Eleanor Black’s dread swarming against his dead heart where the medallion fell. She was losing it and it did not matter who won: We would cease to be no matter the outcome.

S.C. Parris

You’re trying to look for rock bottom, to that part of yourself that could no longer feel pain. But there is no such thing as rock bottom. As long as there is left to destroy in you, you’d do it. We always feel the need to sink ourselves because we keep being intolerable, because if we’re suffering then maybe people would give us a break for all the shameful things we do. You think you could impose your own penance, but it never goes away, does it? That kind of deadening that’s worse than actual dying.

V.J. Campilan

I trusted you with my scarsBut now I'm bleedingSaid I was your moon and you were the starsYou're so deceivingI trusted you with my scarsBut now I'm bleedingThe wound is deep Blood is seeping

Nomzamo Nhlumayo

There is only one thing in this world worse than dying and that’s watching someone you love die instead—you feel their pain with no final solace.

Caroline George

Here dwells a snake, one thousand miles longCoiled, one thousand miles deepEyes like candy, it has eyes like candyHard and blue, but soft as kittens feetOut of sight or in the element of lightIt could be a devil, it could be an angelWith spiders inside a vision from hellIts spine is a vertical screamSlow as concrete, blurred as a dreamFueled by inertia, depth, radius, and velocity,Its soul--a twisted wreckage of despair and painAnd the spiders inside are just praying for rainKilling time killing timeAnd praying for rainOne thousand miles deep

James O'Barr

You ought to welcome troubled-souls with your peaceful-spirit.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Forgiveness is a transformative act because it asks you to be a more empathetic and compassionate person, thereby making you better than the person you were when you were first hurt.

Kamand Kojouri

It doesn’t matter whether you are looking for a reason to be happy or sad, you will always find it.

Kamand Kojouri

Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

May Sarton

She had an emptiness in her eyes like a ghost tired of haunting.

Stuart Jaffe

She had an emptiness in her eyes like a ghost tired of haunting.

Stuart Jaffe

The world is full of disappointment," I said."Yes," she said, "I heard him say that. And every creature is simply trying to get what it wants, and to make their way through a difficult world. Do you believe that?""No," I said. "There's more than that.""Like what?""Like good books," I said, "and good people. And good librarians, who are almost both at once.

Lemony Snicket

Art forms that appeal to [leftists] tend to focus on ... defeat and despair ... as if there were no hope of accomplishing anything through rational calculation.

Theodore J. Kaczynski

The world has enough deceit, decay, and despair; be different.

Lindsey Rietzsch

Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.

Frank Herbert

Adversity quickens the mind, awakens the spirit and strength the soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Adversity tests what the soul can endure.

Lailah Gifty Akita

No tears are wasted. It is deepest soul soothing.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Seek the truth.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Only God can set the soul in bondage free.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Lost in time but now I am saved by grace.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Only God can save every soul.

Lailah Gifty Akita

When faced with a difficult situation, do not panic but pray!

Lailah Gifty Akita

We will share each other’s burdens with love and kindness.

Lailah Gifty Akita

If we focus on the problems of life, we will be paralysed. But we dwell on the promise of God; we find the faith, hope and courage to survive life.

Lailah Gifty Akita

Turn it beautiful. His words came faintly at first, but they came again and again, always softly, always with the insistence of an elder commanding wisdom. Turn it all to beauty. She walked to the rail. When she turned and sat upon it, she heard a sailor in the crowd murmur that she might play them a tune. She hoped he was right. She needed the voices to be wrong. Fin raised the instrument to the cleft of her neck and closed her eyes. She emptied her mind and let herself be carried back to her earliest memory, the first pain she ever knew: the knowledge that her parents didn’t want her. The despair of rejection coursed through her. It fathered a knot of questions that bound her, enveloped her. Waves of uncertainty and frailty shook her to the bones. Her body quivered with anger and hopelessness. She reeled on the edge of a precipice. She wanted to scream or to throw her fists but she held it inside; she struggled to control it. She fought to subjugate her pain, but it grew. It welled up; it filled her mind. When she could hold it no more, exhausted by defiance and wearied by years of pretending not to care, Bartimaeus’s words surrounded her. Got to turn it beautiful. She dropped her defenses. She let weakness fill her. She accepted it. And the abyss yawned. She tottered over the edge and fell. The forces at war within her raced down her arms and set something extraordinary in motion; they became melody and harmony: rapturous, golden. Her fingers coaxed the long-silent fiddle to life. They danced across the strings without hesitation, molding beauty out of the miraculous combination of wood, vibration, and emotion. The music was so bright she felt she could see it. The poisonous voices were outsung. Notes raged out of her in a torrent. She had such music within her that her bones ached with it, the air around her trembled with it, her veins bled it. The men around fell still and silent. Some slipped to the deck and sat enraptured like children before a travelling bard.

A.S. Peterson

It throbbed and pulsed, channeled by elemental forces of fear, love, hope, and sadness. The bow stabbed and flitted across the strings in a violent whorl of creation; its hairs tore and split until it seemed the last strands would sever in a scrape of dissonance. Those who saw the last fragile remnants held their breath against the breaking. The music rippled across the ship like a spirit, like a thing alive and eldritch and pregnant with mystery. The song held. More than held, it deepened. It groaned. It resounded in the hollows of those who heard. Then it softened into tones long, slow, and patient and reminded men of the faintest stars trembling dimly in defiance of a ravening dark. At the last, when the golden hairs of the bow had given all the sound they knew, the music fled in a whisper. Fin was both emptied and filled, and the song sighed away on the wind.

A.S. Peterson

What can I tell you about the alchemy of twins?Twins are two bodies that dance to each other’s joy.Two minds that drownin each other’s despair.Two spirits that flywith each other’s love.Twins are two separate beingsconjoined at the heart!

Kamand Kojouri

All the beautiful waitresses existed like eternal responsibilities.

Spalding Gray

Some days punch us in the gut so hard it seems we can feel the whole universe gasp with despair.

Curtis Tyrone Jones

The courage to continue before the face of despair is the recognition in those eyes of darkness we find our own night vision. Women blessed with death-eyes are fearless.

Terry Tempest Williams

If seeds despaired in their darkest hours, they would never rise to enjoy their brightest days.

Matshona Dhliwayo

When night comes do not despair; rejoice instead and say to yourself, “At least now I can see the stars.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Learn from roses; even when trampled they give off perfume, not despair.

Matshona Dhliwayo

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