Quotes About Resilience

I exaggerated even before I began to exaggerate, because it's true — nothing is ever quite as bad as it could be.

Since his mother died I have seen him steam a cucumber thinking it was zucchini. That's the kind of thing that turns my heart right over.

consolation is a beautiful word. everyone skins his knee-that doesnt make yours hurt anyless.

My grandmother Mamie] used to say, 'Marion, if you don't feel right, if you don't feel good, just go outside. Take care of your flower bed and forget about everything else. If it's wintertime, go dig yourself a path in the snow whether you need it or not. You don't have to think too much to plant anything or scoop snow, and your mind can go back and figure out what's wrong.' I still take her advice to this day. (From Marion "Strong Medicine" Gould)

Just as it takes a tree a long time to begin to grow again once it's transplanted, so you can give your healthy roots time to find the nourishment of your new soil in your new community.

words from an article I had once written on Tolkien's The Hobbit: "Adventure can be scary and unpredictable, but the more you continue in it, the more you lose that sense of fear and doubt (and the less you care about being late for dinner). You begin to gather up your internal resources with confidence.

They will do their best to invalidate your story. If that doesn't work, they will tell you not to tell your story.

If you ever fall into quicksand, the most important thing to remember is this: take your time. Quicksand, unlike water, will not move out of the way to let you pass. Instead, it resists movement. Flailing about will only cause you to sink deeper. But slowly gets you safely to shore. It's no accident that each episode of Mister Rogers' Neighborhood opens with a shot of a traffic light flashing in yellow caution mode.

There is one thing that evil cannot stand, and that's forgiveness.

I think it's exactly like that. When you think you can't do it anymore. You have to ignore it and keep going. Trust in your training.

Being someone's rock, even if only in a temporary way, would always be heart-worthy.

I have not survived against all odds. I have not lived to tell. I have not witnessed the extraordinary. This is my story.

I was terrified of my weakness, of my sharp tongue, of my every flaw. I was terrified that this moment, my chance to live in happiness for however short a time we may have had, would be ruined because I was simply not carved out of the same wood as happiness, and that my grain was too twisted to ever take its form.

And the storm was my nemesis, my goddess, my salvation

Turns out that sometimes, faith and a sense of humor really can be all you need.

I know. But maybe that's what growing up gets you. You get better. You stop waiting for the bad stuff to happen and maybe enjoy the good, you know?

I mean, I'm not going to spare your feelings, Dad - I wanted to be his frickin' chocolate bunny today, but, really he popped a couple of jelly beans and said, 'This isn't right' and walked away. I mean, I think he was starving for chocolate bunny - but he walked away. Who does that?

He didn't scream hysterically or stand up and kick the headstone or any of that. He put his face on his knees and listened as the wind from the mountains mercilessly leveled everything in its path. He remembered the person who had helped him fly with the wind instead of being beaten down by it, and he cried quietly into his knees, finally knowing how the big of the sky could make a person feel as alone as a heartbeat in space.

Era la giovinezza? Era mai stato così sicuro di sè, anche quando era giovane? Era stato l'essere ferito a fargli desiderare di arrotolarsi in una palla di protezione e dire al mondo di lasciarlo in pace

Accept that there were some things you could not change and some things that you should.

Jesus, Deacon," Andrew said from his other side. "Did you know the levee broke? Why didn't you get up to higher ground?" "'Cause me and God were having a conversation," Deacon mumbled with as much dignity as he could muster. "I called him a pussy-assed bitch, and he told me he didn't give a shit. It was a draw.

Well, therapy was cheap and easy if you didn't mind walking it in the snow to poop.

now literally armed

The world's pretty fucked up. A man that can see the good and the beauty and keep walkin' toward it? And wants to hold your hand while he's goin'? That's gotta be a man you'd follow.