This too shall pass, just like clouds drifting across the sky.
In the storm of life, remember: even the fiercest winds will eventually calm.
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn; this too shall pass.
The river of time flows onward; tough moments are just a ripple.
Each hardship is a stepping stone on the path of growth; this too shall pass.
Like seasons changing, so too will your troubles transform.
The darkest night will fade into light; this too shall pass.
Just as a candle flickers and then goes out, so will your worries.
Rainbows follow the rain; every struggle is temporary.
Every storm runs out of rain; hang on, this too shall pass.
The weight of the world is lifted by the passage of time; this too shall pass.
Clouds may obscure the sun, but they never last forever.
The waves may crash, but they always retreat; this too shall pass.
Even the mountains erode with time; nothing is permanent.
Your current chapter isn’t the whole story; keep turning the pages.
Time is a healer, and every wound will fade; this too shall pass.
Like a tide, feelings come and go; ride the wave, this too shall pass.
Every thorn has its rose; beauty awaits once the pain recedes.
The fire may burn bright, but ashes are all that remain; this too shall pass.
Life is a dance, and sometimes we stumble; just keep moving.
Just like a train, tough times pass by; you are just a passenger.
The caterpillar will always become a butterfly; this too shall pass.
Your heart is a phoenix; it will rise from the ashes stronger.
The clock ticks on, and so will your troubles; this too shall pass.
Each moment of sorrow is but a drop in the ocean of life.
Like sand through your fingers, worries will slip away; this too shall pass.
Stars shine brightest in the darkest skies; hold on, this too shall pass.
A river may swell, but it will always return to its banks; this too shall pass.
Each storm reveals the strength of your roots.
The shadows may loom large, but they cannot hold you hostage; this too shall pass.
Just a melody in the song of life; enjoy the notes, even the sour ones.
Time weaves a tapestry where even the frayed threads find their place.
Just a passing train; wave it goodbye, and carry on.
Your troubles are whispers in the wind; they’ll fade into silence.
Every season has its beauty, even the chilly ones; embrace it.
A flower will bloom again; your spirit knows how to endure.
Memory is a river; it carries away even the heaviest stones.
Let the waves wash away your worries; this too shall pass.
Every night does end, ushering in a fresh morning; remember that.
The pendulum swings, bringing both joy and sorrow; let it be.
Each heartache is a brushstroke on the canvas of your life.
The universe spins on, indifferent to our troubles; ride the wave.
Even the strongest storms reveal the beauty of resilience.
Time dances forward, and so will your sorrows; keep moving.
Ultimately, the chaos of today is tomorrow’s calm.
Like a whispered prayer, your troubles will dissipate into the ether.
Every heartbeat is a reminder: life is in constant motion.
Clouds part for the sun, just as darkness gives way to hope.
Time is the artist; it paints over pain with strokes of peace.
Let go, for every moment, good or bad, is but a passing breath.
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