Bad times come when...
Bad times come when the darkness within becomes as impenetrable as the night itself around.
The bad parts come when no one is waiting for you anymore and your whole world here and now is a small closed room with a small dim window. Is that better than prison? At least... there are no unpleasant neighbors and guards.
Bad times come when you realize that the limits of your strength have been exhausted and the abyss is just a step away.
Bad times are when you choose which way is better. Painful or even more painful.
Bad times are coming. For some, these are the last bad times. But someone will be able to weather this storm. To survive.
In my headphones now: STARSET - WAKING UP
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For some, bad times are when they run out of cappuccino with lavender syrup.
But there are bad times when the sky literally falls on your head.
Bad times show real people.
Darkness never lasts forever?
The hardest days make us stronger?
Pain is temporary, experience is forever.
In difficult times, endurance is born.
Crisis reveals the true value of things.
After the storm always comes silence.
Hard times teach us to fight silently.
Sometimes falling is the beginning of growth.
Dark periods change our perspective on life.
True strength appears in trials.
Bad times cleanse us of excess.
Hope shines brightest in the darkness.
A crisis doesn't build character, it just tears away the facade.
When everything is going downhill, the main task is not to go with it.
The darkness around makes you notice even the faint light inside.
Problems come without warning, but they never stay forever.
The bottom is not the end, it's just a solid place to push off from.
In difficult times, the circle of friends narrows quickly, but it becomes stronger.
The storm will end, but you will still have the skills to steer the ship.
You don't have to see the whole way ahead, just take the next step.
Pain goes away faster if you stop pretending it doesn't exist.
Sometimes you have to lose everything old to make room for something better.
Even the longest night still ends with dawn. It's pure physics.
Difficulties show who a person really is, not who they want to seem.
When there is chaos around, the only thing you really control is your own reaction.
Cracks in life are needed so that light can break through them.
Peaceful times give birth to the weak, and trials temper steel.
We do not choose the era, but we definitely choose how to stay in it.