Quotes About Resilience

And for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me, life is right in every case.

But it is over now; I have survived it.

Deja que todo te suceda: la belleza y el terror. Solo sigue adelante. Ningún sentimiento es definitivo

I want to encourage you in your pain so that you will completely experience it in all its fullness, because as the experience of a new intensity it is a great life experience and leads everything back again to life, like everything that reaches a certain degree of greatest strength.

You should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is some thing in you that wants to move out of it…We know little, but that we must trust in what is difficult is a certainty that will never abandon us; it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; that something is difficult must be one more reason for us to do it.

There is no measuring with time, not even a year matters, and ten years are nothing. To be an artist means: to neither reckon nor count; to ripen like the tree, which does not rush its sap, and stands firm in the storms of spring, without anxiety that summer may not come after. It does come. But it comes only to those who are patient, who are there, as if eternity lay before them, so carelessly silent and vast. I learn it daily, learn it with pain, am grateful for it: Patience is all!

Winning does not tempt that man, This is how he grows, by being defeated decisively, by greater and greater beings.' The Man Watching ~ Rainer Maria Rilke ~

There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer.

There is only one solitude, and it is vast and not easy to bear and almost everyone has moments when they would happily exchange it for some form of company, be it ever so banal or trivial, for the illusion of some slight correspondence with whoever one happens to come across, however unworthy… But perhaps those are precisely the hours when solitude grows, for its growth is painful like the growth of boys and sad like the beginning of spring.

you would cry out as purely as a bird when the quickly ascending season lifts him up, nearly forgetting that he is a suffering creature and not just a single heart being flung into brightness, into the intimate skies.

it is good to be solitary, for solitude is difficult; the fact that a thing is difficult must be one more reason for our doing it.

Art?k etraflar?na bakmaya, aramaya baÅŸlad?lar; güçleri hep, bulunmaktan ibaret olan bu k?zlar.

Life is right, in any case.

Pietà Fills now my cup, and past thought is my fulness thereof. I harden as a stone sets hard at its heart. Hard that I am, I know this alone: that thou didst grow— — — — — — and grow, to outgrow, as too great pain, my heart's reach utterly. Now liest thou my womb athwart, now can I not to thee again give birth.

To be an artist means not to compute or count; it means to ripen as the tree, which does not force its sap, but stands unshaken in the storms of spring with no fear that summer might not follow.

Losing is also ours; and even forgetting/ has a shape in the permanent realm of mutation./ Things we've let go of circle; and though we are rarely a center/ of these circles: they trace around us the unbroken figure.

Between hammers pounding, the heart exists, like the tongue between the teeth—which still, however, does the praising.

Aber Ihre Einsamkeit wird Ihnen auch inmitten fremder Verhältnisse Halt und Heimat sein, und aus ihr heraus werden Sie alle Ihre Wege finden.

One must never despair upon losing something, whether it's an individual or an experience of joy or happiness; everything returns even more magnificently. (Letters on Life)

How we waste our afflictions! We study them, stare out beyond them into bleak continuance, hoping to glimpse some end. Whereas they're really our wintering foliage, our dark greens of meaning, one of the seasons of the clandestine year -- ; not only a season --: they're site, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

It's possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone.

Menulislah yang membantuku mengatasi rasa marah yang membakar di hati kebanyakan rakyat Palestina.

Losing self-control, some in Punjab, he said, had taken to violence; losing self-respect, others had obeyed the Crawling Order.