Quotes About Resilience

Cada uno de los seres que perdemos algo nuestro se lleva, aunque dejándonos como un cuarto menguante y en las noches mas turbias va a recibir lo mismo que la luna la llamada fatal de las mareas.

Each that we lose takes part of us; A crescent still abides, Which like the moon, some turbid night, Is summoned by the tides.

Wenn Dein Mut sich Dir verweigert – geh' über Deinen Mut hinweg.

Tis not that Dying hurts us so— 'Tis Living—hurts us more— — Emily Dickinson, from "'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—," [335], The Complete Poems of Emily Dickinson (Little, Brown & Co.,1960)

I GAINED it so, By climbing slow, By catching at the twigs that grow Between the bliss and me.

I took my power in my hand And went against the world;

If your Nerve, deny you – Go above your Nerve –

Hope" is the thing with feathers –

His words are like the sound of a needle dragging across a record. A sinking, sickening feeling washes over me. This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up. This is why you should see the glass as half empty. So, when the whole things spills, you aren't as devastated.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.

recognizing that there is more heartbreak in continuous disappointment than a void...

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

I learned that getting mad was easier than being sad.

I will find the good in this loss. I will make something happen that wouldn't have happened otherwise.

Anything worthwhile is tough.

You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end, You'll have no time for grievin'.

Grief is a mystery to be lived through, not a problem to be solved

What's the point of being sad? he says. We're here now.

It's heartbreaking when you love a book that fails. And it always seems to happen to the nicest authors.

Everyone has issues. And at the end of the day...you are who you are.

Time heals all wounds, particularly if you pack a bunch of stuff into that time.

At some point, though, I gritted my teeth—literally—and told myself that was no way to approach life. I had to stop panicking. If I didn't calm down and believe in myself, at least a little bit, how could anyone else?

I am learning that perfection isn't what matters. In fact, it's the very thing that can destroy you if you let it.