Quotes About Resilience

Stop being afraid. Stop thinking too much.Fill the holes left behind. Drive again. Write. Breathe.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words: This time will be different. This time, I will stay awake.

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. The reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe--I'm fighting to be here in this shitty, messed-up world. Standing on the ledge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control.

You were up on the ledge because you didn't know where else to turn and what else to do. You'd lost all hope.

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid.

If none of us ever fell short, or put a foot astray, everything would be good in this great world, but we stumble and fall, every one. We must deal with what we have. - Cadfael, Pg. 245-6

Things become very simple when you have no choice, when there's nothing left for you but to endure as long as you can, and survive if you can.

Don't interrupt a man when he's giving himself hell.

That was the essence of the good feeling: to be able to remain calm and relax while he was keyed up and confident. Never panic. Never run. Face whatever had to be faced. Be practical, reasonable, up to a point. And if reason doesn't work, get up and kick it in the teeth. Whatever the problem is.

What you'll have to do now is ride the rap, as they say. It's all anybody has to do.

Sometimes the fear was stronger than the anger. The plain was silent and in its darkness there was nothing to hold to.

Clement said it was like conditioning, prepar-ing for the ball-clutching moments of life while building your sphincter muscle. After lying in front of a freight train you can lie in bed in your underwear while two cops are visiting, asking about a certain black Buick—and while a mean-looking Walther P.38 automatic is hidden nearby at that very moment—and not worry about making doo-doo in the bed.

God Almighty, your ruined, and you didn't even eat the gingerbread.

Life does not always gives us the choices that we want

I would prefer not to throw myself on a funeral pyre. Please come back to me.

There, there, she said. Don't take it so hard, Dee. Wars don't last forever. I know. I can remember...

You will not always be happy, my dear, however wise you are--I wasn't--but always take what comes to you--don't fight life, Camilla, accept it with grace...

She knew by some sure instinct that when you had come right up against it, as Jeff had, you had no use for people who advised you to brace up, or who pointed out bright spots. She know that there is nothing so infuriating, when you are bearing all you can, as shallow, unrealistic optimism from someone who has not experienced the same disaster.

Man starts over again everyday, in spite of all he knows, against all he knows.

Åžehirlerin her taraf?n? tutuÅŸturun, milletleri yok edin, her ÅŸeyi silip süpürün ve ÅŸu çürümüÅŸ dünyada hiçbir eser b?rakmay?n; belki o zaman ortaya daha iyi bir dünya ç?kar.

Jean-Louis had never had a day's illness in his life. He was tall and as gnarled as an oak. The sun had baked his skin until it had the colour and toughness and stillness of a tree. With advancing years, he had lost his tongue. He now never spoke, considering such an activity pointless.

She [Sidonie Rougon] never spoke of her husband, nor of her childhood, her family, or her personal concerns. There was only one thing she never sold, and that was herself.

Here, on a human face, appeared all the ruin following upon hopeless labour. Laveuve's unkempt beard straggled over his features, suggesting an old horse that is no longer cropped; his toothless jaws were quite askew, his eyes were vitreous, and his nose seemed to plunge into his mouth. But above all else one noticed his resemblance to some beast of burden, deformed by hard toil, lamed, worn to death, and now only good for the knackers.

Quando non c'è più speranza nel futuro, il presente si colora di una spaventosa amarezza.