Quotes About Resilience

And so the decades file by, torture, Deportations, executions. Sing — You see... I can't

And if you knew from what scraps Poems are born — without shame Like yellow dandelions by a wormy fence, Like wild spinach or the common burr.

Ahora sé cómo se desvanecen los rostros, cómo bajo los párpados anida el terror, cómo el dolor traza en las mejillas rudas páginas cuneiformes, cómo unos rizos cenicientos y negros se tornan plateados de repente, la sonrisa se marchita en los labios dóciles y en una risa seca tiembla el pavor. y no sólo por mí rezo, sino por quienes permanecieron allí conmigo, en el frío feroz y en el infierno de Julio, bajo el muro rojo y ciego

Is this why, for countless days, In my arms I carried you, Is this why your strength had blazed Through your lively eyes of blue!

Wiem ju?, jak si? twarz zapada w sobie, Jak wzrok gasi b?onka strachu szklista, Jak cierpienie na policzkach ??obi Twarde znaki klinowego pisma, Jak si? jasne albo czarne w?osy W mgnieniu oka w srebro zmieni? mog?, Jak si? u?miech z pokornych warg p?oszy I jak suchy ?miech dygocze trwog?. I nie modl? si? za siebie, Bo?e: Za nas wszystkie, ustawione sznurem W skwarze lipca i w styczniowym mrozie Pod czerwonym ociemnia?ym murem.

Magdalene wept in a furious daze, The dear disciple stood still, like a stone.

It seems as though the voice of man Will never sound in this place, But only wind from age of stone Is knocking on black gates. It seems to me that I alone Have kept good health under this sky, Because of this, that first I sought To drink the deadly wine. Parting, Evening and slanting, Downward goes my way. Yesterday in love still, "Don't forget" you prayed. Now there's only shepherds' Cry, and glancing winds, And the worried cedars Stand by clear springs.

None of the places where I grew up and live in my youth exist any longer: Tsarskoe Selo, Sevastopol, Kiev, Slepnyovo, Gungerburg (Ust-Narova). The following have survived: Khersones (because it is eternal), Paris - by somebody's oversight, and Petersburg-Leningrad, so that there would be a place to lay my head.

After generation upon generation, fathers upon forefathers, mothers upon foremothers, centuries and millennia of being one colour officially and three colours unofficially, a colourful sky, just like that, could not be allowed to be.

People always said you'd better be careful. Though how, when things are out of your hands, when things were never really in your hands, when things are stacked against you, does a person - the little person down here on the earth - be that?

You'd better be careful then,' said friend, which was what everybody said. People always said you'd better be careful. Though how, when things are out of your hands, when things were never really in your hands, when things are stacked against you, does a person – the little person down here on the earth – be that?

You have got to play the game with the cards that have been dealt to you, and it is of no use for you to bewail your fate because you don't hold different ones. Look them over, arrange them, and play. You certainly must play them before you will get any others, and you need never expect to have other people's cards.

The part of me that is untouchable today should never have been touched.

Disconnecting from my young self was a way of putting distance between the tragedy of those years and a future that seemed inaccessible.

People who are sick, or who have been sick, or have come close to death have a lot to say - and they want you to hear it.

I think we can learn a lot about a person in the very moment that language fails them. In the very moment they they have to be more creative than they would have imagined in order to communicate. It's the very moment that they have to dig deeper than the surface to find words, and at the same time, it's a moment when they want to communicate very badly. They're digging deep and projecting out at the same time.

This moment is in the tradition of protest poetry and art that goes back centuries. I hope that this pain will lead to beautiful works of arts."-Anna Deavere Smith

Especially if what you can't change on your own got you dumped from one home after another.

Being alone is a choice. It's how we protect ourselves, and it's how we give up when it feels too hard to keep fighting to belong. But

I'm not some tragic heroine," Mallory said, "in a story about how everything works out beautifully in the end, and all you have to do to make your dreams come true is love hard enough. You do have to believe, and you do have to love, and you have to hope and keep hoping or you'll lose your mind and give up. But none of that makes the worst of what's happening to you go away. It just helps you keep going and doing the best you can, no matter how bad it gets.

Being alone is a choice. It's how we protect ourselves, and it's how we give up when it feels too hard to keep fighting to belong.

Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.

There are no people who are whole" he says. "Everyone has issues of their own to deal with. Mine might be a little harder, but the main thing is how on deals with them.

When I got out of prison, I was basically no longer human,' Miriam says.