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

It can’t be done,” they told the caterpillar. “It can,” replied the butterfly.

The storm is an artist; the rainbow is its masterpiece.

When a rock transforms into a diamond, lesser stones will not speak of its beauty, but speak of its unpolishedness.

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

The darkest part of the storm paints the brightest part of the rainbow.

Today’s storms usher in tomorrow’s sunshine.

The rainbow’s colors are hidden in the storm.

Be like stars; when darkness tries to stop you from shining, shine all the more.