Quotes About Resilience

I was broken, but I wasn't done.

He fears me because he is small. I will not meet him there. I will not shrink myself down to his size, or anyone else's, for their comfort. For their appeasement. -Cackle by Kim Harrsion

It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn't be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with.

Practice . . . thou art my shield and sword.

Keb would never forget how Gracie turned to the wall and trembled, how he felt nailed to the chair, thinking: we build a perfect picture of what we want our children to be. And when that picture falls and shatters, what do we do? His sister Dot once told him: we get on our hands and knees and put the pieces back together, and call it parenting.

Amid all this there's plenty of talk about saving the earth. I'll tell you, the earth has taken some hard hits in the past. It'll survive. What needs saving, I believe, is the human race and our ability to restrain ourselves, if we have such a thing. What needs saving is the rich tapestry of life around us that we take for granted. What needs saving—perhaps even found to begin with—is the intrinsic value of nature beyond any human utility.

Hush your fears, my boy, we will get across safe, though it is not going to be easy. No right way is easy in this rough world. We must risk our lives in order to save them.

Uncle Austin used to say that all of our joy and suffering comes from the same single sacred utterance; that we live by being wounded and healed and wounded again, and healed, one day at a time.

Soldier gave her a week or two to get over the golden haired Prince with the character of a horned toad and the soul of a slug

La plata y la estaca me romperán el corazón, mas los hombres jamás me herirán.

You can only kill disappointment with a new try.

And, you know, you never really summon all of your strength until you know that there's no way back, no way to go but onward.

It's amazing how little you need to keep starving people strung along.

Bad things don't just grow on one path, they're everywhere. So don't blame yourself when those things happen. Don't let yesterday take up much of today.

Slow is not the same as deficient. It's just slow. A glacier is slow too, but it gets there, and nothing stops it.

Best to keep running. Run in the same way one would run on the hunt, just as hard and steady, just as long. Indeed given what was at stake it made sense to go much longer than when on the hunt. Run right through his second wind, run until the rare and elusive third wind filled him, then run some more.

Why read on? Why pick up their book from the far wall where it has been thrown away in disgust and pain, and read on? Why submit to such cruelty, such bad karma, such bad plotting? The reason is simple: these things happened.

we will keep going, we will keep going, because there is no such thing as fate. Because we never really come to the end.

a postcarbon landscape, each

all of them we went to Desolation, despite the

viriditas were no more than a cancer that the rock must suffer.

A mammal never forgets a hurt;

even Deinococcus radiodurans perishes in it.

But a little contemplation of history will reveal that this feeling too will not last for long. Unless of course the feeling of things falling apart is itself massively entrenched, to the point of being the eternal or eternally recurrent individual human's reaction to history. Which may just mean the reinscription of the biological onto the historical, for we are all definitely always falling apart, and not massively entrenched in anything at all.