Quotes About Resilience

Taking your pinch of arsenic every morn so you can survive to sunset. Another pinch at sunset so that you can more-than-survive until dawn. The mirco-arsenic-dose swallowed here prepares you not to be poisoned and destroyed up ahead.

Sometimes you see a kite so high, so wise it almost knows the wind. It travels, then chooses to land in one spot and no other and no matter how you yank, run this way or that, it will simply break its cord, seek its resting place and bring you, blood-mouthed, running.

Children are carpets, they should be stepped on occasionally.

Ha muerto. El corazón. —Lo lamento. —¿Cómo se siente? —Hathaway no quería que nos sintiéramos mal. Nos dijo que esto ocurriría en cualquier momento, y no quería que lloráramos. No nos enseñó a llorar. No quería que supiéramos hacerlo. Según él, nada peor puede ocurrirle a un hombre que saber cómo estar solo, y cómo estar triste, y ponerse a llorar.

You want to cry some more, go on ahead. I did the same last night." "You, sir?" "God's truth. Thinking of everything ahead. Both sides figuring the other side will just give up, and soon, and the war done in weeks, and us all home. Well, that's not how it's going to be. And maybe that's why I cried.

Leave these people alone. They've got something good and decent, and you come and foul up the nest and sneer at it. Well, I've talked to them too. I've gone through the city and seen their faces, and they've got something you'll never have -- a little simple faith, and they'll move mountains with it. You, you're boiled because someone stole your act, got here ahead and made you unimportant.

I am not one thing. I am many things that America has been in my time. I had enough sense to keep moving, learning, growing. And I have never reviled or turned my back on the things I grew out of.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together. Now, it's your turn. Jump!

Will's father struck one blow before his left hand was seized, held, squeezed. As the boys watched, shouting, they saw Charles Halloway gasp and fall to one knee. Mr. Dark squeezed that left hand harder

You just won't admit you like crying, too. You cry just so long and everything's fine. And there's your happy ending. And you're ready to go back out and walk around with folks again. And it's the start of gosh-knows-what-all! Any time now, Mr. Forrester will think it over and see it's just the only way and have a good cry and then look around and see it's morning again, even though it's five in the afternoon.

By the time many people are fourteen or fifteen, they have been divested of their loves, their ancient and intuitive tastes, one by one, until when they reach maturity there is no fun left, no zest, no gusto, no flavor. Others have criticized, and they have criticized themselves, into embarrassment.

You're afraid of making mistakes. Don't be. Mistakes can be profited by. Man, when I was younger I shoved my ignorance in people's faces. They beat me with sticks.

Since then, I have never listened to anyone who criticized my taste in space travel, sideshows or gorillas.

Do you know the legend of Hercules and Antaeus, the giant wrestler, whose strength was incredible so long as he stood firmly on the earth? But when he was held, rootless, in midair, by Hercules, he perished easily. If there isn't something in that legend for us today, in this city, in our time, then I am completely insane.

Well, when I think of thirty-five years of your life . . . Mrs. Goodwater pursed her lips and blinked her eyes, counting. That's about twelve thousand seven hundred and seventy-five days, or counting three of them per day, twelve thousand-odd commotions, twelve thousand much-ados and twelve thousand calamaties. It's a full rich life you lead, Elmira Brown. Shake hands! Get away! Elmira fended her off.

I saw that most of the Irish I met had a variety of ways of making do with that dreadful beast Reality. You can run into it head-on, which is a dire business, or you can skirt around it, give it a poke, dance for it, make up a song, write you a tale, prolong the gab, fill up the flask. Each partakes of Irish cliché, but each, in the foul weather and the foundering politics, is true.

Don't let them take your crying, turn it upside down and use it for their own smile! I'll be damned if death wears my sadness for glad rags.

Ä°nsanl???n en harikulade ÅŸeyi bu; hiçbir zaman, her ÅŸeyi yeniden yapmas?n? engelleyecek kadar cesaretsizliÄŸe veya iÄŸrentiye kap?lmamas?, çünkü yapt??? iÅŸin ne kadar önemli ve yapmaya deÄŸer olduÄŸunu bilir.

Pero eso es lo maravilloso en el hombre; nunca se descorazona o disgusta tanto como para no empezar de nuevo. Sabe

Evil has only the power that we give it

Mas é isso que a humanidade tem de maravilhoso: por mais desencorajantes e terríveis que sejam as circunstâncias, nuca deixa de voltar a tentar, porque sabe que há coisas que são importantes e merecedoras do risco da tentativa.

To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.' 

I was able, obviously, to answer all of the above. I named the sickness: my tearing up the strips. I found the cure: go back to collecting, no matter what. I did. And was made well.

Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for shore.