We all have life storms, and when we get the rough times and we recover from them, we should celebrate that we got through it. No matter how bad it may seem, there’s always something beautiful that you can find.
Depression is a surfeit of empathy – a killing empathy – that makes depressives great friends to everyone but themselves. Having a self is a rough business, and depressives can empathize with others who have to deal with it, but not with themselves.
Blessed be childhood, which brings down something of heaven into the midst of our rough earthliness.
Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.
My teachers treated me as a diamond in the rough, someone who needed smoothing.
A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.
The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.
The only society I like is rough and tough, and the tougher the better. There’s where you get down to bedrock and meet human people.