Quotes About Resilience

One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, never doubted clouds would break, never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph.

The power of the night, the press of the storm, the post of the foe; where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form, yet, the strong man must go.

Hold On. Hope Hard.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! (To A Mouse)

The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.

Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!

Christianity is not a therapy for those who wish never to be upset (177).

In the worst of times music is a promise that times are meant to be better. Ultimately, its most important political purpose is to keep us human under fire.

I nearly drownded on the Big River back home, but I didn't. Instead, I come to love the river, though the river never loved me. That's how it was with this horse. Ever so splendid and mighty, but indifferent as running water.

During the assault on Fallujah, Marine commanders intercepted an enemy radio conversation and heard an insurgent say, "We are fighting, but the Marines keep coming. We are shooting, but the Marines won't stop.

He closed with a partial verse from "Sir Andrew Barton," one of the ballads in Percy's Reliques, published in 1765. Barton had been wounded in battle. "Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes, "A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine; He but lye downe and bleede awhile, And then He rise and fight againe.

Their history was in their eyes, and their sacrifices in their scars.

It doesn't matter if, like the Doolittle Raiders, the time comes when the Mistys can be counted on one hand. When only one Misty is left, that man will have his own reunion, and he will hoist a glass to his brothers who flew up north and who were in the shit on every mission. He will drink to those who never came back.

That frail and stooped old man is Bud Day. That is Misty 1.

So when a Vietnam-era fighter pilot says he flew up north, that means he ripped off the front gate of hell and flew into the deadliest air-defense system ever devised.

Every leader who wants to make significant change needs a "resident son of a bitch" who can make hard decisions without regard to rank or personality.

When he ran, he even loved the pain, the hurt of the running, the burning in his lungs and the spasms that sometimes gripped his calves. He loved it because he knew he could endure the pain, and even go beyond it. He had never pushed himself to the limit but he felt all this reserve strength inside of him: more than strength actually—determination. And it sang in him as he ran, his heart pumping blood joyfully through his body.

We just might make a quarterback out of you yet, you skinny little son of a bitch.

I'm a big brown mouse, I go marching through the house, and I'm not afraid of anything! I

Jack met Kwan's eyes, glanced away, then looked back. Jack nodded once, kind of like saying hi, but Kwan did not respond. His lean face was all planes and angles, and as warm as a granite mask. He also had a split lip and a heavy purple bruise on his cheek from the guards. Jack

novel True Grit by Charles Portis

sometimes not quitting was all you had left.

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