Quotes About Resilience

What ever was fair? What ever is? You put one foot in front of the other and you walk through all of it. And if you're lucky, like I am, on either side, you plant flowers.

The rumors of my impending death have been greatly exaggerated," she paraphrased Mark Twain now.

Sometimes the best helping hand you can get is a good, firm push.

In the big scheme of life, who knows how things will turn out? What seems to be a disaster at the time can bring you joy you never dreamed of. What seems like a wrong road could be the right one. There are no right decisions, only decisions that seem to go more smoothly than others. There are no wrong turns, only unexpected potholes in the road. And at the end of the day, all you can do is keep moving forward even when it's only an inch at a time. - Kiki Lowenstein

Joanna Campbell Slan

We can't afford to be cautious. People should have a sense of anger.

The world breaks is always breaking our bodies bear tremendous sorrow and still we stay as long as we can

The refusal to feel takes a heavy toll. Not only is there an impoverishment of our emotional and sensory life, flowers are dimmer and less fragrant, our loves less ecstaticâ but this psychic numbing also impedes our capacity to process and respond to information. The energy expended in pushing down despair is diverted from more creative uses, depleting the resilience and imagination needed for fresh visions and strategies.

The truth that many people never understand until it is too late is that the more you try to avoid suffering, the more you suffer. — Thomas Merton

By strengthening our compassion, we give fuel to our courage and determination.

Courage is willful hope.

After a while you tame your interior monsters, it's only natural. I don't mean that it ever stops; but it stops mattering.

Do not get glum when you are no longer understood, little book. Do not curse your fate. Do not reach up from readers' laps and punch the readers' noses. Rejoice, little book! For on that day, we will be free

I left her wallpapering her much-loved, much-tended little corner of hell.

I cannot get into this swamp or I will never get out; and if I start crying again I'll remember that I have no one to love, and if anyone treats me like that again, I'll kill him. Only I mustn't because they'll punish me.

WE WUZ PUSHED.

Thus in the bad days, in the dark swampy times.

What I learned late in life, under my rain of lava, under my kill-or-cure, unhappily, slowly, stubbornly, barely, and in really dreadful pain, was that there is one and only one way to possess that in which we are defective, therefore that which we need, therefore that which we want. Become it.

I have had my share of trouble and sickness but always somewhere in me there is a little spot of warmth and joy to make it all easier, like a traveler's fire burning out in the wilderness on a cold night.

If Earth had been hit by plague, by fire, by war, by radiation, sterility, a thousand things, you name it, I'd still stand by her; I love her; I would fight every inch of the way there because my whole life is knit to her. And she'd need mourners. To die on a dying Earth- I'd live, if only to weep.

I'm an enormous fan of people who have had a lot of faith in themselves, and been on a tremendous journey.

like an emotional tooth-ache, bearable much of the time but with a propensity to flare up without notice and cause agony.

For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind" (2 Timothy 1:7, KJV).

Just let me be strong for you for a minute, okay?" He said softly. "You've held on for a long time, sweetheart. Nobody can say you haven't been strong. But it's been a hell of a night, so why don't you let me hold you and help you right now, okay?