Quotes About Resilience

You'll never have any mental muscle if you don't have any heavy stuff to pick up.

I think the secret to happiness is having a Teflon soul. Whatever comes your way, you either let it slide or you cook with it.

And in that moment with the warmth of the sun and coolness of the rock and the mountains and cedar all around her, she knew she would be okay with whatever happened to her. And with that thought, never before had she felt so free.

When a thing plagues you so and you done all you can, the outcome is no longer up to you. Sometimes the best thing you can do is take your hands off, just let it go, let it go.

Sometimes you have to fight fire with a blowtorch

Maybe I didn't march to the same drummer as most people, but I could do things on my own and do them well. That was what I'd learned, little by little, in the year I turned sixteen. I was complete by myself.

Diane Stortz

down hard on the soft part of your hand, but not so

Still, language is resilient, and poetry when it is pressured simply goes underground.

Whatever the struggle continue the climb it may be only one step to the summit.

I worked as a cryptologist, where I decoded puzzles, even thought I can't make the jagged pieces of my own life fit.

A defeatist attitude was not in his gene pool.

Christians crawled out of the woodwork when crisis hit . . . Christians weren't roaches.

Grief was a vicious parasite. It had dug and clawed its way into my heart, feeding off the guilt raging through me. But I'd find a way to exterminate it.

They know, they just know where to grow, how to dupe you, and how to camouflage themselves among the perfectly respectable plants, they just know, and therefore, I've concluded weeds must have brains.

far buon viso a cattiva sorte (to smile in the face of adversity). I

Better a scarred body than a life of regrets

The more profound the loss, the more poignant the grief

What doesn't kill you will come back to finish the job.

The Orphan Master's Son

I am a member of my Nation's Chosen Soldiery. I serve quietly, not seeking recognition or accolades. My goal is to succeed in my mission—and live to succeed again.

I guessed life was like that. You gained and you lost, and if you saved anything from the ruins, even if only a shred of self-respect, it was enough to take you through the next bit.

Life has a way of kicking one along like a football, or so I've found. Fate had never dealt me personally a particularly easy time, but that was OK, that was normal. Most people, it seemed to me, took their turn to be football. Most survived. Some didn't.

How could people, I wondered for the ten thousandth useless time, how could people who had loved so dearly come to such a wilderness; and yet the change in us was irreversible, and neither of us would even search for a way back. It was impossible. The fire was out. Only a few live coals lurked in the ashes, searing unexpectedly at the incautious touch.