Quotes About Resilience

A lot of bands whine about the road and how tough it is.

I made a decision when I ran for president that I wouldn't whine about my coverage in the media, and I never did.

Let me tell you, I've never heard a man whine more than Jason Momoa getting knocked around by little ol' me.

Life is a rotten lottery. I've had a pretty amazing life, a good life, and God knows I'm thankful, but I do believe that after 30, stop whining! Everybody's dealt a hand, and it's not fair what you get. But you've got to deal with it.

There are all of these people that say, my mommy doesn't love me enough, my daddy doesn't hug me enough. There are some people that would want to coddle them somewhere. I want them to shut up and stop whining.

Some comments are within bounds, while some are not. But by whining about every little barb, candidates are trying to win the election through a war of staff resignation attrition, and Americans are losing the ability to distinguish between what is fair game and what is not.

When I work I am pure as an angel tiger and clear is my eye and hot my brain and silent all the whining grunting piglets of the appetites.

Being in a wheelchair for 30 years. I'm not whining about it because I don't dwell on things I can't do anything about, you know. I never really think about until somebody mentions it. I did take a bullet.

I can't stand whining.

I don't like people being negative, whining, or moaning. If you're in a situation you're not in control of, just change.

When I find myself whining, and I'm like, 'God, it's wet,' there will always be one guy who never got into the heat tent, who didn't get past the coffee, and he's still there, and this guy is smiling. You know, I gotta get over myself.

When I protested because they wouldn't buy me new skates or if someone complained a teacher gave too much homework, Dad would respond: There's no whining in this house. It was his way of saying: there is no place in this house for feeling sorry for yourself.

I have no problem with people feeling a bit down - crikey, you only have to walk down the road to find enough reasons to fall into a depressive coma - but I do have a problem with whining about it.

I didn't want 'BSG' to have to rewrite Anders as a sniveling, whining ball of despair who's hiding out in the corner.

I don't like whining about the challenges I face while I work. I know they are for the better so I can rise stronger and better.

There's no point about whining or complaining or screaming.

You set out to whip the world, and then, when you get beat up a little bit... In my case, you say, 'Father, I'm gonna let you have it. I've done what I can do.' You turn your will over to God.

I can take anything. You can whip me and it won't bother me.

Then they held my mouth shut for a while and hit me in the face, and with a whip across chest and back. I then collapsed, rolled on the floor, always keeping face down and no longer replied to any of their questions.

Sometimes we'd have to climb a tree and pick our own whips to be disciplined with. When you had to pick your own whip, you knew you were in for it.

My folks kicked me out of the crib, so I was homeless, living out the whip.

As we all know, the evil of slavery and the sting of the whip have given us many things including the voice of Nina Simone, the prose of James Baldwin, the Air Jordan sneaker, the blues, jazz, moonwalking, and more recently gangsta rap.

My sister and mom are both cancer survivors. If they're going to whip it, so am I.

I am that lucky woman who has been living my life all my life. Anything can happen now. Anything. And it will be only whip cream and delightful things. Even in the conflict and the hardship.