Quotes About Resilience

The straight trees are cut down, the crooked ones are left standing. Kautilya, Indian philosopher, third century B.C. KEYS

Fo each weakness there is a corresponding strength.

the next time someone pushes you and you find yourself starting to react, try this: Do not resist or fight back, but yield

That is the power of formlessness — it gives the aggressor nothing to react against, nothing to hit.

What separates Masters from others is often something surprisingly simple. Whenever we learn a skill, we frequently reach a point of frustration—what we are learning seems beyond our capabilities. Giving in to these feelings, we unconsciously quit on ourselves before we actually give up.

Without enemies you will not know how or where to maneuver, and you will lose a sense of your limits, of how far you can go.

Remember: You choose to let things bother you. You can just as easily choose not to notice the irritating offender, to consider the matter trivial and unworthy of your interest. That is the powerful move. What you do not react to cannot drag you down in a futile engagement. Your pride is not involved.

They told me that Billy would never come back any more, and I stared out of the window at the sun which came back, right enough, every day, and their news conveyed nothing whatever to me.

While the Rat attacked the door with his stick, the Mole sprang up at the bell-pull, clutched it and swung there, both feet well off the ground

This is the end of everything' (he said), 'at least it is the end of the career of Toad, which is the same thing; the popular

Animals arrived, liked the look of the place, took up their quarters, settled down, spread, and flourished. They didn't bother themselves about the past--they never do; they're too busy...And they don't bother about the future, either--the future when perhaps the people will move in again--for a time--as may very well be. The Wild Wood is pretty well populated by now; with all the usual lot, good, bad, and indifferent--I name no names. It takes all sorts to make a world.

People come--they stay for a while, they flourish, they build--and they go. It is their way. But we remain. There were badgers here, I've been told, long before that same city ever came to be. And now there are badgers here again. We are an enduring lot, and we may move out for a time, but we wait, and are patient, and back we come. And so it will ever be.

AESTHETICS OF INTEGRITY For every star in the sky Someone is holding his ground.

You have probably heard the saying that you can't teach an old dog new tricks. Actually, there is another saying that is probably more accurate, but is not quite as well known: 'The quickest way to become an old dog is to quit learning new tricks.

Why do you need to fly so much?" she asked. "If I don't, it'll catch up with me." The words just came out. "What will?" I took my hands from my face, panting. I stared out at the storm. "Unhappiness.

Misery, in cold truth, is a weight less upon those who undergo it than upon the minds of those who see it; for he who is cold and starving is so busy in his efforts to obtain warmth and food that he has little time for self-pity, and endures his unhappy condition better than those who take it upon themselves to suffer for him.

You needn't worry about me. I know enough to do what every man ought to do in wartime when he's watched and threatened by bullies. I conceal my feelings; lie whenever necessary; pretend to admire the rascals who've ruined our city and our country; cheer dolts, bullies and knaves and damn all wise temperate men!

Why hell, look at us. Old men alone. Decrepit old bachelors out here in the country seventeen miles from the closest town which don't amount to much of a good goddamn even when you get there. Think of us. Crotchety and ignorant. Lonesome. Independent. Set in all our ways. How you going to change now at this age of life? I can't say, Raymond said. But I'm going to. That's what I know.

Don't you have any scars? Inside. Do you? Of course. You don't act like it. I don't intend to. It doesn't do much good, does it?

You're going to die some day without ever having had enough trouble in your life. Not of the right kind anyway. This is your chance.

This ain't going to be no goddamn Sunday school picnic.

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Aún el diablo puede llorar cuando mira alrededor del infierno y se da cuenta de que está ahí, solo.-Acheron

Shanna planted her hands on her hips. Getting drunk is not going to solve your problems. Aye, but t'will make me no' give a damn.(Robby)