Quotes About Resilience

There's no point rehashing how we all got here. What's done is done.

I'll be all right. I'm a big, tough girl. I tie my own sandals and everything.

Villains try to tear us apart, but we are stronger than we realize. I know it's hard not to fall victim to fear, but we must try.

Your childhood may have been lonely, but your future won't be.

Sometimes kids get a mean teacher or a class they don't like or an inflexible deadline even though that child was "exhausted the night before." We should not cushion every blow. This is life. Learning to deal with struggle and to develop responsibility is crucial. A good parent prepares the child for the path, not the path for the child. We can still demonstrate gentle and attached parenting without raising children who melt on a warm day.

We are not promised a pain-free life but are given the tools to survive: God and people. It is enough.

G. K. Chesterton wrote: "A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it."2 Change means you're alive, my friend.

We are never defeated, not even when all the evidence appears to the contrary. If you are still breathing, there is always tomorrow, and it can always be new. You don't have to be who you were.

We should not cushion every blow. This is life. Learning to deal with struggle and to develop responsibility is crucial. A good parent prepares the child for the path, not the path for the child. We can still demonstrate gentle and attached parenting without raising children who melt on a warm day.

As Scott Stratten, author of UnMarketing says: "Don't try to win over the haters; you're not the jackass whisperer.

You can care about new things and new people and new beginnings, and until you are dead in the ground, you are not stuck. If you move with the blessing of your people, marvelous. But even if you don't, this is your one life, and fear, approval, and self-preservation are terrible reasons to stay silent, stay put, stay sidelined.

You don't have to be who you first were. That early version of yourself, that season you were in, even the phase you are currently experiencing—it is all good or purposeful or at least useful and created a fuller, nuanced you and contributed to your life's meaning, but you are not stuck in a category just because you were once branded that way. Just because something was does not mean it will always be.

If anyone has made you feel invisible or less-than, write a new narrative on your heart.

Can't we all simmer down a bit? Let the teachers teach, the parents parent, and the kids do the learning. Our children will be fine, just as we were. They will figure it out, just as we did. They don't need every advantage skewed their way and every discomfort fluffed with pillows. I bet they don't even need sandwich dolphins. I am a product of bologna, red Kool-Aid, and home perms, and I turned out okay.

Grief cannot be sidestepped; it must be endured.

chronic homelessness, most having experienced at least one year on the street. The marks of such homelessness go much deeper than can be solved solely by the acquisition of a home.

The best I offer the world is the truth—my highest gift. What the world does with it is not up to me. I am not in charge of outcomes, opinions, assessments. I am not in the business of damage control. When I present a fabricated version of myself—the self who knows all, is ever certain, always steps strong—we all lose, because I cannot keep up with that lie and neither can you. Here is the truth: Sometimes life is complicated.

the only thing fear yields is one dormant gift in a shallow grave.

Lean honestly into every hard place, each tender spot, because truthfulness hurts for a minute but silence is the kill shot.

Marriage is no place to be inordinately sensitive. We cannot prickle over every little thing. Learn to hold the biting remark, the wounded reaction, the irritated retort. Married tongues should be shredded with the amount of ugly words bitten back. Everything cannot be a big deal, because when the big deals actually happen, we're too worn-out to handle them.

I bet our kiddos are sturdier than we think. Maybe they don't need every gadget and advantage. Maybe kids grow like all humans do: through struggle, failure, and perseverance. They might have a gear we didn't know about and don't need to be coddled like fragile hothouse plants that can't adapt to new environments. I bet the kids will surprise us.

You are 2 Corinthians 4, because although this darkness pressed you so hard, it did not crush you. Perhaps it struck you down, but look at you: You are not destroyed. You see that in the light. You are still standing. If you are still breathing, there is still hope.

I suspect the wilderness is a permanent home for me, which is both happy and hard.

Face your issues with courage, sister, because truth and love win, and you have both those cards to play.