Quotes About Resilience

Ey adalet, ne korkunç bir umutsuzlukla s?k?l?yor insan?n yüreÄŸi!

The ground was shaking beneath their feet and they clung to the resolutions they had made in calmer moments, to avoid plunging into the abyss.

When the future is without hope, the present tastes appallingly bitter.

Whenever he had spoilt a piece of work he always set himself below the meanest labourer who had at least brawn enough to do his job. (53)

On cause de son mal, on ne se coupe pas le cÅ"ur en quatre tout d'un coup, on s'habitue à la séparation, enfin !

Et il est capable de s'écraser le cÅ"ur comme on écrase une puce.

Et maintenant, que veux-tu que je fasse, si tu emportes toute ma vie ?

But now the miner was waking up under the ground, germinating in the earth like good seed, and one fine morning you would see him springing up like corn in the fields; yes, men would spring up, an army of men to bring justice back into the world.

Homens brotavam, um exército negro, vingador, que germinava lentamente nos sulcos da terra, crescendo para as colheitas do século futuro, cuja germinação não tardaria em fazer rebentar a terra.

no le había quedado más remedio que hacerse una confesión: aún temblaba al ver pasar a Mouret, pero ahora sabía que no era de miedo.

If the world is to die in misery, let it at least go out with a song on its lips, and pity for itself.

Elle était là, patiente, seule, redoutable dans sa douceur. There she was, patiently waiting, alone, formidable in her gentleness.

el árbol, donde arraiga, allí se queda. Le cortan los brazos; le hieren el tronco; llora por la herida su savia, que es su sangre... pero no se arranca a si mismo, porque no puede; no anda, porque lo suejta la tierra con su dulce pesadumbre...

Worrying never heads off a crisis, and it doesn't prepare you for one.

Growing old is not for sissies.

If the survivor is blessed with strength and some modicum of insight, then he or she may find the courage to keep moving through the bad times.

Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?

The Night Is Darkening Round M The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.

Now, my bonny lad, you are mine! And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Le di mi corazón, lo cogió, lo pisoteó hasta dejarlo sin vida y me lo devolvió luego.

No he sido yo quien ha roto tu corazón, te lo has roto tú misma, y al hacerlo has destrozado, de paso, él mío. Y la peor parte me toca a mí, porque aún tengo fortaleza. ¿Crees que me apetece vivir? ¿Qué clase de vida podrá ser la mía cuando tú...? ¡Oh, Dios mío! ¿Acaso te gustaría a ti vivir si te encerraran el alma en una tumba?

and the more hurt she gets, the more venomous she grows. a