Quotes About Resilience

Donna Woolfolk Cross

Eran extraños los caminos del corazón. Uno podía pasar años habituado a una pérdida, resignado, y después, con un pensamiento casual, el dolor volvía a la superficie, agudo y desnudo como una herida reciente.

But she had known, better than anyone else, what demons he had faced, had known how hard he had fought to free himself from them. That he had lost the fight in the end made the struggle no less honorable.

Strange the workings of the heart. One could go on for years, habituated to loss, reconciled to it, and then, in a moments unwary thought, the pain resurfaced, sharp and raw as a fresh wound.

The bud of a rose grows in darkness. It knows nothing of the sun, yet it pushes at the darkness that confines it until at last the walls give way and the rose bursts forth, spreading its petals into the light. I love him.

She did not care about anything very much. Hope was gone. She existed that was all.

My father instilled in me the attitude of prevailing. If there's a challenge, go for it. If there's a wall to break down, break it down.

It's a lot of work to keep reinventing yourself and coming up with new stuff, but that's what it takes to be in show business.

It is better to have bounced and bumped than never to have bounced at all.

Suffering ceases to be suffering in some way at the moment it finds a meaning." — Viktor Frankl (psychiatrist who survived a Nazi concentration camp and wrote about his experiences in Man's Search for Meaning)

Bottom line: Refuse to accept negative ideas about what you can't accomplish or what's impossible. Don't even talk to negative people while your dreams are still in the fragile incubation stage!

Logic would dictate that if we really wanted to change our lives, we would just do it. Instead, we usually put off goals until next Monday. When Monday comes around, we reschedule the goal until some other time. We never feel quite prepared to start, always feeling a little short on money, time, or expertise.

When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us." — HELEN KELLER (1880–1968)

Veni, vidi, flevi. I came. I saw. I cried.

Maybe it's what we don't say/that saves us.

We aren't suggesting that mental instability or unhappiness makes one a better poet, or a poet at all; and contrary to the romantic notion of the artist suffering for his or her work, we think these writers achieved brilliance in spite of their suffering, not because of it.

Who you are contributes to your poetry in a number of important ways, but you shouldn't identify with your poems so closely that when they are cut, you're the one that bleeds.

You've traveled this far on the back of every mistake, ridden in dark-eyed and morose but calm as a house after the TV set has been pitched out the upstairs window. (from "Antilamentation")

as if nothing had happened— as if everything mattered—What else could I do?

There's trouble in every house, and some in the street.--Irish Proverb

What is in the marrow is hard to take out of the bone.--Irish Proverb

freedom. One night when a hard-fought "no" had instead made her unable to accept a man's touch. Even a man she cared for very deeply. She had let Michael believe that her emotional collapse

Life displays mad hospitality. The Korean biologist Kwang Jeon of the University of Tennessee received in the 1970s a batch of amoebas infected with a deadly bacterial strain. Most died. In a set of careful experiments after culturing the survivor amoebas for several generations, he found that the survivors, with fewer bacteria per cell, could no longer live without their infection.

Those who knew Lincoln described him as an extraordinarily funny man. Humor was an essential aspect of his temperament. He laughed, he explained, so he did not weep.