Quotes About Resilience

F?r? încercare nu exist? eÈ™ec, iar f?r? eÈ™ec, umilin??.

Our vulnerability insults our self-conception; we are in pain and at the same time offended that we could so easily be so.

What enables him to think of himself as sane is only a certain fragile chemical good fortune, but he knows he would be very much in the market for a tragedy if ever life chose to test him properly.

Many people after a horrific few months or years of breakdown, will say: "I don't know how I'd ever have gotten well if I hadn't fallen ill".

ai nevoie de o anumit? for?? ca s? plângi, de încrederea c? pân? la urm? o s?-È›i poÈ›i st?vili lacrimile.

Nici el, nici ea nu trebuie s? fie perfecÈ›i, e nevoie doar s?-È™i dea din când în când câte-un semn care s? arate c? È™tiu c? e greu de tr?it cu ei.

Melancholy isn't always a disorder that needs to be cured.

Patron Saint of Failures St Birgitta of Sweden.

We admire New York precisely because the traffic and crowds have been coerced into a difficult but fruitful alliance.

We will cease to be so angry once we cease to be so hopeful.

Everyone is extremely hard and troubled to be around. Everyone has something substantially wrong with them. Everyone is extremely hard to live with. 

Knowing that something difficult is being attempted doesn't rob the wise of ambition, but it makes them more steadfast, calmer and less prone to panic about the problems that will invariably come their way. The wise rarely expect anything to be wholly easy or to go entirely well.

having acquired a skill at turning grief into ideas

Good listeners are no less rare or important than good communicators. Here, too, an unusual degree of confidence is the key -- a capacity not to be thrown off course by, or buckle under the weight of, information that may deeply challenge certain settled assumptions. Good listeners are unfussy about the chaos which others may for a time create in their minds; they've been there before and know that everything can eventually be set back in its place.

??ng bao gi? ?? sá»± Ä'au kh? c?a mình tr?m tr?ng thêm b?i ý nghÄ© r?ng có Ä'i?u gì Ä'ó không bình th??ng khi c?m th?y Ä'au Ä'á»›n sâu s?c ??n v?y. N?u ta không th?y Ä'au thì má»›i là b?t bình th??ng.

But she's not even remotely coping inside: it takes a certain strength to cry, the confidence that one will eventually be able to staunch the tears.

Happiness is good for the body," Proust tells us, "but it is grief which develops the strengths of the mind.

Tragedies remind us how badly we need to keep controlling ourselves by showing us what happens when people don

Aging is a bit like looking tired, but in a way that no amount of sleep will repair.

Too late. It was all too late. But she went on, determined as ever and always trying to catch up.

One does try not to be an Old Git but they don't make it easy.

Still, for all that everybody, while not happy, is not unhappy about it. And so they go on.

If reading softens one up, writing does the reverse. You have to be tough, do you not?

God didn't give man wings; He gave him the brain and the spirit to give himself wings. Just as He gave us the capacity to laugh when we hurt, or to struggle on when we feel like giving up. "I've come to believe that how we choose to live with pain, or injustice, or death . . . is the true measure of the Divine within us.