Quotes About Resilience

The reward of suffering is experience.

Only through suffering do we learn

They came back To widows, To fatherless children, To screams, to sobbing. The men came back As little clay jars Full of sharp cinders.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams of hope.

He who learns must suffer.

Wisdom comes alone through suffering.

Learning comes through pain.

Fear is stronger than arms.

Who acts, shall endure. So speaks the voice of the age-old wisdom.

I beg you, alight and join your sorrow with mine: misfortune wanders everywhere, and settles now upon one and now upon another.

we suffer and we learn. And we will know the future when it comes. Greet it too early, weep too soon. It all comes clear in the light of day.

that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist.

No man can go through life and reach the end unharmed. Aye, trouble is now, and trouble still to come.

Cry Sorrow, sorrow--yet let good prevail.

Man must suffer to be wise. Head-winds heavy with past iol Stray his course and cooud his heart; Sorrow takes the blind soul's part-- Man grows wise against his will. For powers who rule from thrones above By ruthlessness commend their love.

Excessive fear is always powerless.

The brave heart is called to school itself In slow endurance against Griefs that strike deep into the bosom

We call on the gods, and the gods well know what storms torment us, sailors whirled to nothing. But if we are to live and reach the haven, one small seed could grow a mighty tree -

Temos de suportar com o coração impávido a sorte que nos é imposta e admitir a impossibilidade de fazermos frente à força irresistível da fatalidade.

No mortal can complete his life unharmed and unpunished throughout--ah ah! Some troubles are here now, some will come later. Chorus, Aeschylus' Eumenides from the Oresteia

Time shell be the limit of my suffering.

What mortal else who hears shall claim he was born immune to the demon of harm?

We are the old, dishonoured ones, the broken husks of men. Even then they cast us off, the rescue mission left us here to prop a child's strength upon a stick. What if the new sap rises in his chest? He has no soldiery in him, no more than we, and we are the aged past ageing, gloss of the leaf shrivelled, three legs at a time we falter on. Old men are children once again, a dream that sways and wavers into the hard light of day.

I know how men in exile feed on dreams.