Quotes About Resilience

Men who come out here should have no entrails.

You fellows know there are those voyages that seem ordered for the illustration of life, that might stand for a symbol of existence. You fight, work, sweat, nearly kill yourself, sometimes do kill yourself, trying to accomplish something — and you can't. Not from any fault of yours. You simply can do nothing, neither great nor little — not a thing in the world — not even marry an old maid, or get a wretched 600-ton cargo of coal to its port of destination.

The making of a fortune cannot be achieved without some roughness. It is a matter of temperament.

Anything—anything can be done in this country. That's what I say; nobody here, you understand, here, can endanger your position. And why? You stand the climate — you outlast them all.

It looked like a high-handed proceeding; but it was really a case of legitimate self-defense. You can't breathe dead hippo waking, sleeping, and eating, and at the same time keep your precarious grip on existence.

You will learn soon how not to be faint-hearted. A man has got to learn everything--and that's what so many of them youngsters don't understand.

Their minds are of the stay-at-home order, and their home is always with them—the ship;

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!—breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in—your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business. And that's difficult enough.

La fuerza no es sino una casualidad nacida de la debilidad de los otros.

The commonest sort of fortitude prevents us from becoming criminals in a legal sense; it is from weakness unknown, but perhaps suspected, as in some parts of the world you suspect a deadly snake in every bush — from weakness that may lie hidden, watched or unwatched, prayed against or manfully scorned, repressed or maybe ignored more than half a lifetime, not one of us is safe.

feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away. Once, I remember, we came upon a man-of-war anchored off the coast. There wasn't even a shed there, and she was shelling the bush. It appears the French had one of their wars going on thereabouts. Her ensign dropped limp like a rag; the muzzles of the long eight-inch guns stuck out all over the low hull; the greasy, slimy swell swung

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!—breathe dead hippos so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there don't you see? your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in – your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, backbreaking business.

There is never any God in a country where men will not help themselves.

AÈ™a cum se leg?nau pe pietrele albe, în mijlocul mulÈ›imii gr?bite È™i zgomotoase, p?reau niÈ™te fiinÈ›e dintr-o alt? specie - o specie pierdut?, singuratic?, lipsit? de memorie È™i osândit? s? piar?; niÈ™te naufragiaÈ›i, niÈ™te naufragiaÈ›i nes?buiÈ›i, veseli È™i nebuni, care petrec în toiul furtunii, pe muchea lunecoas? a unei stânci perfide.

Pero ellos no tenían nada en que apoyarse. No eran colonizadores, y sospecho que su administración no era más que una opresión, solo eso.

breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated.

Todas sus costillas eran visibles y las articulaciones de sus miembros parecían nudos; y cada uno llevaba un collar de hierro, atados entre sí por una cadena que oscilaba en un tintinear rítmico.

There is something peculiar in a small boat upon the wide seas. Over the lives born from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.

It made you feel very small, very lost, and yet if it was not altogether depressing that feeling. After all, if you were small, the grimy beetle crawled on- which was just what you wanted to do.

No better than a vagabond now' . . . the end of the cigarette smouldered between his fingers . . . 'without a single—single,' he pronounced slowly; 'and yet . . .' He paused; the rain fell with redoubled violence. 'Some day one's bound to come upon some sort of chance to get it all back again. Must!' he whispered, distinctly, glaring at my boots.

When your ship fails you, your whole world seems to fail you; the world that made you, restrained you, has taken care of you. It is as if the souls of men floating on an abyss and in touch with immensity had been set free for any excess of heroism, absurdity, or abomination.

Long after he had vanished, Nostromo, lifting his eyes up to the sky, muttered, I am not dead yet.

Those striving with unreasonable forces know it well,—the shipwrecked castaways in boats, wanderers lost in a desert, men battling against the unthinking might of nature, or the stupid brutality of crowds.

The earth for us is a place to live in, where we must put up with sights, with sounds, with smells, too, by Jove!—breathe dead hippo, so to speak, and not be contaminated. And there, don't you see? Your strength comes in, the faith in your ability for the digging of unostentatious holes to bury the stuff in—your power of devotion, not to yourself, but to an obscure, back-breaking business.