Quotes About Resilience

Nada era verdaderamente insoportable si se tenía algo que leer.

For months, Gómez Pérez Comacho and his family survived aboard the hobbyhorsing, rat-infested vessel dubbed a "flying pig" because of her rotund shape. Comacho thought of her as a fat pig. With her round belly engorged with over two tons of cargo, and a forty-foot draft, the galleon was a nightmare to navigate.

coffee strong enough to grow hair on a frog,

To paraphrase W.C. Fields, the bastard drove me to drink and I forgot to thank him

My clawed fingers lost all feeling after the first quarter-mile as I clung to anything within reach, and my right foot was numb from stomping an imaginary brake pedal.

Bad news isn't wine. It doesn't improve with age.— Colin Powell

Sirius: It's cruel that I got to spend so much time with James and Lily, and you so little. But know this; the ones that love us never really leave us. Dumbledore:Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it. Ginny:"The thing about growing up with Fred and George [...] is that you sort of start thinking anything's possible if you've got enough nerve."

Life's not how we want it sometimes. It just is what it is. So do what you love and make the most of what it "is".

Instead of slapping her head, I do what they tell you to do: count to ten. Only I do it the gifted way: 123+456+789+10. When your sister has hurtled you swerving into the darkness, stranded you at a funeral home, and threatens to get you in trouble, just stop and count to 1,378 before you respond.

She shut the door in the man's face, leaning back against it, her heart hammering with panic.

Devil a bit. My wife's alive.

toward the fire. Above the

El miedo no es vergonzoso, sólo lo es la cobardía.

People say you should read your criticism because it will make you a better person but it doesn't. It just makes you a sad bitter old showbiz nightmare.

But then she faced herself squarely in her bathroom mirror. "Do not think about it." she said aloud, so stern she convinced even herself.

I didn't miss training because it had become so painful for me. I filled the void pretty quickly as I went straight into coaching and it was great I had to start learning all over again, and then when I went into TV I knew nothing about it so I had to start from the very beginning.

she counted it as a blessing that she was familiar making peace with disappointment.

You can let your breath out," she said, moving around to the side of the tub. She gave him the bottle again. "here, have another drink. I'm all done. You're going to live." "I knew I was going to survive the injury," he said lowly. His eyes held hers. "I didn't know if I was going to survive your attentions.

Alex! Your dress!" Landis called after her. "Come down and we'll find you something else to wear!" Alexis shook her head and laughed. "I told the captain I would need a pair of trousers and he refused me! If the sight of my legs is so distasteful, then don't look!" Landis joined the laughter of the others in response to her suggestion. There was certainly nothing wrong with her legs. They all tilted their heads back as they watched her climb higher.

You might just be able to make it, Alex," he whispered, to give her strength. "And you might just be able to stop me," she said, returning it.

The Wilma Rudolph Foundation is still in existence and works with thousands of young people every year.

all I could think was how strange it was that it was a messed-up child who barely knew herself who actually had so much to teach me about the business of living. I was suddenly glad of his solidity in a world where it was so easy to fall. It is important not to turn the dead into saints. Nobody can walk in the shadow of a saint. You live. And you throw yourself into everything and try not to think about the bruises.

I get up slowly, quietly, and creep to the bathroom. I turn the water on full and step in without waiting for the hot to kick in. The tub is cold against my skin. I reach for the soap and a washcloth and rub myself all over. Hard. I scrub and scrub until the water warms up and rises over my ankles, my shins, my knees. I scrub until my skin feels raw and the water is so hot it stings against my skin.

It's hard living with eternal optimists. No matter how many times life craps on them, they wipe it off their faces and smile. I seem to be the only one who has accepted the truth: there is nothing around that corner but more crap.