Quotes About Resilience

Giving up is losing.

posit by W. B. Yeats: "Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him through temporary periods of joy.

The old women are most learned, but will not so readily be got to talk, for the fairies are very secretive, and much resent being talked of; and are there not many stories of old women who were nearly pinched into their graves or numbed with fairy blasts?

God has pity on kindergarten children.He has less pity on school children.And on grownups he has no pity at all,he leaves them alone,and sometimes they must crawl on all foursin the burning sandto reach the first-aid stationcovered with blood.

Now all I know how to do is to grow dark in the evening. I'm happy with what I've got. And all I wish to say is my name and address, and perhaps my father's name, like a prisoner of war who, according to the Geneva Convention, is not required to say a single word more.

Las mareas calmas no crean marineros hábiles.

Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.

Time has a way of demonstrating that the most stubborn are the most intelligent.

For one second I stared at her like all the others as something that had dropped out of nowhere: She was no longer a number, she was simply a person; she existed as nothing more than the metaphysical substance of the insult committed against OneState. But then some one of her movements-turning, she twisted her hips to the left-and all at once I knew: I know her, I know that body resilient as a ship-my eyes, my lips, my hands know it-in one moment I was absolutely sure of it.

Besides, I can't, I no longer have the strength to destroy this painful piece of myself, which might turn out to be the piece I value most.

And, like children, you will swallow without protest everything bitter I shall give you only when it is carefully coated with the thick syrup of adventure.

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. ("A Story About The Most Important Thing")

I learned in the course of time that the mind is a lifebuoy.

Difficult years lie ahead, patience is required.

Trouble is to man what rust is to iron

If we cannot do what we will, we must will what we can

He who can't endure the bad will not live to see the good.

Truth never dies, but lives a wretched life.

I have spent much of my life turning away from the scripts given to me, in China and in America; my refusal to be defined by the will of others is my one and only political statement.

The real story was beyond our ability to tell: our girlhood, our friendship, our love—all monumental, all inconsequential. The world had no place for two girls like us, though I was slow then, not knowing that Fabienne, slighted, thwarted, even fatally wounded, tried to make a fool of that world, on her and on my behalf. Revenge is a story that often begins with more promises than the ending can offer.

The word immune (from the Latin immunis, in- + munia, services, obligations) is among my favorites in the English language, the possession of immunity—to illnesses, to follies, to love and loneliness and troubling thoughts and unalleviated pains—a trait that I have desired for my characters and myself, knowing all the while the futility of such a wish. Only the lifeless can be immune to life.

To write about a struggle amidst the struggling: one must hope that the muddling will end someday.

Amazing how much one could take and then all of a sudden he broke." "True.

Only later, when I met more girls, when I got to know my nieces and nephews, did I understand that Fabienne and I shared something not often available to children (or adults, for that matter). Neither of us felt intense love toward our parents, or intense resentment. And the world was made of people who were not that different from our parents, so it was only natural that neither of us felt intense love or intense resentment toward anyone. We had each other, and for a long time that was enough.