Quotes About Resilience

Now I was beginning to understand how we could put horror in a little cubbyhole in our brains to deal with later.

Now I was beginning to understand how we can put the horror in a little cubbyhole in our brains to deal with later.

You got nobody in this life to look out for you except yourself.

She wasn't ever going to let anyone make her feel like that again. She would not allow bitterness and regret to poison her life any longer.

Giving in to bullies just encouraged them. Bullies needed to be stood up to.

When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. PSALM 142:3

Wounding, at best, only temporarily releases pain.

Sorrows come to stretch out spaces in the heart for joy. MRS. CHARLES E. COWMAN, Streams in the Desert (January 18)

Wounded people may not get over their wounds easily or quickly. Wounds can be hard just to brush aside because the wounder says, "I'm sorry.

Put the brakes on any runaway mental conversations you may be having with those who have wounded you.

pity parties never result in authentic benefit or blessing; they just enlarge, deepen, and intensify the wound by repeatedly exposing it. At the very least, these kinds of discussions with others will keep you focused on your hurts instead of focused on your Healer.

I know your deeds. See, I have placed before you an open door that no one can shut. I know that you have little strength, yet you have kept my word and have not denied my name. REVELATION 3:8

I am laid low in the dust; preserve my life according to your word. PSALM 119:25

Did your big break turn into a big bust? Sometimes a great escape from a wounded past can turn into something worse as we discover the wounds were not just from without, but they were within. So regardless of where we go, what we do, who we are with, we carry those wounds with us.

but running back, that God showed up and taught her a profound life lesson: Even if you run from the wounders, you can't outrun God.

My God, can it be that nothing inside of us ever gets washed away? We go on living as if nothing at all had happened, then suddenly the poison deep in our hearts comes rising up to the surface.

I believe I've always been a big believer in equality. No one has ever been able to tell me I couldn't do something because I was a girl.

Libraries will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no libraries.

All suffering has an end, David, if only you wait long enough. Sorrow has its life like people. Sorrow is born and lives and dies. And when it's dead and gone, someone's left behind to remember it. Exactly like people.

The sun glistened on a drop of water as it fell from his hand to his knee. David wiped it off, but it left no tidemark: there was no more dirt to rub away. He took a deep breath and shivered. He was David. Everything else was washed away, the camp, its smell, its touch--and now he was David, his own master, free--free as long as he could remain so.

For a moment David was tempted to think that perhaps there were no good people at all outside concentration camps, but then he reminded himself of the sailor and Angelo and the English people who might have been ignorant but were certainly not bad.

Hope is not about proving anything. It's about choosing to believe this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit anyone can throw at us.

When hope is not pinned wriggling onto a shiny image or expectation, it sometimes floats forth and opens.

The earth is rocky and full of roots it's clay, and it seems doomed and polluted, but you dig little holes for the ugly shriveled bulbs, throw in a handful of poppy seeds, and cover it all over, and you know you'll never see it again - it's death and clay and shrivel, and your hands are nicked from the rocks, your nails black with soil.