Quotes About Resilience

the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

Sometimes your passion takes work and you shouldn't give up on it just because it isn't easy…

For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

When you're willing to do the work, it's amazing what can be saved.

To figure out how to be brave enough to find the life I wanted. To hold it, once it was found.

We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

I looked at Finn, tempted to explain what had just happened, Bobby moving toward him, though I kept my mouth shut, in favor of trusting what I had learned this weekend, in the face of everything falling apart, and maybe coming together in a greater way than I could have hoped for. You couldn't always work so hard to fix it. Even if things didn't always go the way they should, sometimes they went exactly where they needed to -Georgia

Be careful what you give up...because eventually, you get it back any way you can.

The calm continueth not long without a storm," he said. "You lost me there." "The origin of the expression, the calm before the storm," he said. "From an unknown source in the sixteenth century. But it started a little different than how it's evolved. I like it more. The original idea that the calm can't last, not if you're really living. If you're living fully, the storm's coming to get you.

It's amazing . . ." he said. "When you're willing to do the work, it's amazing what can be saved.

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Love doesn't leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won't be.

There were certain things that you hit from different angles, but you never gave up on. You did the work that was needed, wherever that work took you.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

Hay muchas maneras de poner a secar una caja de cerillos húmeda, pero puede estar segura de que tiene remedio

Lo malo de llorar cuando uno pica cebolla no es el simple hecho de llorar, sino que a veces uno empieza, como quien dice, se pica, y ya no puede parar.

Tú, todo tú, eres amor incandescente. Amor que no muere. Amor que permanece. Amor que no duele, aunque en este instante me encuentre llorando.

Ale czasem serce pewnych osób mo?e przemeni? siÄ™ w kamieÅ". Z jednej strony dobrze, ?eby serce byÅ'o stanowcze, ?eby nie wzruszaÅ'o siÄ™ byÅ'e czym, ale nie powinno by? zbyt twarde, bo wówczas zbyt wiele vzasu bÄ™dtie potrzebowa?, by zrozumie? prawdÄ™, by zapÅ'on?? miÅ'oÅ›ciÄ….

She realized that you can't be weak when it comes to killing: you have to be strong or it just causes more sorrow.

Porque no quiero." Tita con estas tres palabras había dado el primer paso hacia la libertad.

Life had taught her that it was not that easy; there are few prepared to fulfill their desires whatever the cost, and the right to determine the course of one's own life would take more effort than she had imagined. That battle she had to fight alone, and it weighed on her.

It occurred to her that she could use her mother's strength right now. Mama Elena was merciless, killing with a single blow. But then again not always. For Tita she had made an exception; she had been killing her a little at a time since she was a child, and she still hadn't quite finished her off.

I meant us," she whispered. "I destroyed us." His fingers tightened against her cheek. "I'm not destroyed." Her breath stopped. "I'm scarred." He withdrew his hand and closed it carefully into a fist at his side. Again it slid in search of a pocket, but found none in which to bury itself. "I'm battered. But I'm still standing, Kai.

Paris was a good place to fight your demons.