Quotes About Resilience

Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes...

No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere...

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A great hope fell You heard no noise The ruin was within.

Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.

A wounded dear leaps the highest

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.

Anger as soon as fed is dead- 'Tis starving makes it fat.

I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I'm used to that— But the least push of Joy Breaks up my feet— And I tip—drunken— Let no Pebble—smile— 'Twas the New Liquor— That was all!

If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve— That's a steady posture— Never any bend Held of those Brass arms— Best Giant made— If your Soul seesaw— Lift the Flesh door— The Poltroon wants Oxygen— Nothing more—

Grant me, O Lord, a sunny mind-Thy windy will to bear!

You cannot put a fire out! A thing that can ignite can go itself- without a flame- E'en through the darkest night!

We grow accustomed to the dark when light is put away--

Faith slips - and laughs, and rallies

La esperanza es esa cosa con plumas que se posa en el alma y canta sin parar.

A not admitting of the wound Until it grew so wide That all my Life had entered it

There is a pain so utter, it swallows being up; The covers the abyss with a trance So memory can step around, across, upon it.

I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God! Angels, twice descending, Reimbursed my store. Burglar, banker, father, I am poor once more!

Narcotics cannot still the Tooth That nibbles at the soul --

Who never lost, are unprepared

While I was fearing it, it came,    But came with less of fear, Because that fearing it so long    Had almost made it dear.

To fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.

The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, 'T were easier for you To put the water back When floods have slit the hills, And scooped a turnpike for themselves, And blotted out the mills!

Not with a club, the Heart is broken Nor with a Stone – A Whip so small you could not see it I've known