Quotes About Resilience

Zum Selbstmord neige ich nicht, denn ich verspüre nichts von jenem Tatendrang, der andere nötigt, so lange mit dem Kopf gegen die Wand zu rennen, bis der Kopf nachgibt.

War es denn nicht auch manchmal schön gewesen? Hatte er immer nur die Lüge gespürt, die hier umging, und die böse heimliche Gewalt, die aus ganzen Kindergenerationen gehorsame Bürger machte? Es war manchmal schön gewesen, aber nur trotzdem.

If life has hit out at you, and you weren't prepared for it, a little housefly has only to cough and it will knock you flat

Der Mensch ist gut, hat man gesagt. Nun, vielleicht ist das richtig. Doch man darf es ihm nicht zu leicht machen, dem guten Menschen. Sonst kann es plötzlich passieren, daß er schlecht wird.

Du bist noch krank, meinte Fabian Du hast sie noch lieb. Das ist wahr, sagte Labude. Aber ich bin schon mit ganz anderen Kerlen fertiggeworden als mit mir.

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear. The life that has borne me through these years is still in my hands and my eyes. Whether I have subdued it, I know not. But so long as it is there it will seek its own way out, heedless of the will that is within me. -All Quiet On The Western Front, Chapter 12

Sweet dreams though the guns are booming.

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

Comrade, I say to the dead man, but I say it calmly, today you tomorrow me, but if I come out of it, comrade, I will fight against this, that has struck us both down; from you taken life-and from me-? Life also. I promise you, comrade. It shall never happen again

A man is courageous only when he is also afraid.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

Courage is the fairest adornment of youth.

We are little flames poorly sheltered by frail walls against the storm of dissolution and madness, in which we flicker and sometimes almost go out.

šiaip ar taip, aš jau sp?jau štai k? pasteb?ti: siaub? galima pakelti, kol tu pasiduodi savo likimui, bet jis tave nužudo, jeigu tik imi apie j? galvoti.

Those are for us,' growls Detering. 'Don't talk rubbish,' Kat snaps back at him. 'You'll be lucky to get a coffin at all,' grins Tjaden, 'they'll just use a tarpaulin to wrap up that target-practice dummy you call a body, you wait and see.

We thought to build us houses, we desired gardens with terraces, for we wanted to look out upon the sea and to feel the wind, but we did not think that a house needs foundations. We are like those abandoned fields full of shell holes in France, no less peaceful than the other ploughed lands about them, but in them are lying still the buried explosives, and until these shall have been dug out and cleared away, to plough will be a danger both to plougher and ploughed.

Help when you can; do everything then— but when you can no longer do anything, forget it! Turn away! Pull yourself together. Compassion is meant for quiet times. Not when life is at stake. Bury the dead and devour life! You'll still need it. Mourning is one thing, facts are another. One doesn't mourn less when one sees the facts and accepts them. That is how one survives.

Nie ka?dy ma takie ?ycie, ?eby nadawaÅ'o siÄ™ na dom dla niego, który bÄ™dzie mógÅ' dekorowa? coraz bogatszymi meblami wspomnieÅ". Niektórzy mieszkajÄ… w hotelach, w niejednym hotelu. Lata zatrzaskujÄ… siÄ™ za nimi jak drzwi hoteli - i jedyne, co im pozostaje, to odrobina odwagi, ale nikt ich nie ?aÅ'uje.

We don't act like that because we are in good humor; we are in a good humor because otherwise we should go to pieces.

Es ist eine tödliche Spannung, die wie ein schartiges Messer unser Rückenmark entlang kratzt. Die Beine wollen nicht mehr, die Hände zittern, der Körper ist eine dünne Haut über mühsam unterdrücktem Wahnsinn, über einem gleich hemmungslos ausbrechenden Gebrüll ohne Ende.

What was the use trying to make safe and sure our little life? Sooner or later the great wave must come and sweep all away.

Obuze, mitraliere, aburi de gaze, flotile de tancuri - strivire, devorare, moarte.

Let the months and years come, they can take nothing from me, they can take nothing more. I am so alone, and so without hope that I can confront them without fear.

Before my mother's tremulous anxiety I recover my composure. Now I can walk about and talk and answer questions without fear of having suddenly to lean against the wall because the world turns soft as rubber and my veins become brimstone.