Quotes About Resilience

River Tam (Summer Glau): No power in the 'verse can stop me.

Take my love, take my land Take me where I cannot stand I don't care, I'm still free You can't take the sky from me.

Mutants are a community. We're a people and there's no way anybody can make us be what they want. We stick together and don't panic or overreact... you'll see. We're stronger than this. Miss Pryde... are you a #&$%ing retard?

Mal: We're still flying. Simon: That's not much. Mal: It's enough - from Firefly

Life's not a song. Life isn't bliss, life is just this. It's living. You'll get along. The pain that you feel can only heal by living. You have to go on living. So one of us is living.

When William Johnson and slave walked down that long, winding American road toward freedom and justice, they didn't realize they would be speaking out for all those left behind. They learned that it would take hard work to make the words of the Declaration of Independence mean what they said. Ellen and William Craft were willing to do their part.

No. I was not okay. And neither was James Baldwin though his essays Were perfect spinning platters of comprehension of the fight To assert humanness in a black and white world.

Let's not shame our eyes for seeing. Instead, thank them for their bravery.

I need a song that will keep sky open in my mind. If I think behind me, I might break. If I think forward, I lose now.

I understood why women went back to their abusers. The monster wasn't your real husband, he was a bad dream - an alien of sorts - who took over the spirit of your beloved one. He entered and left your husband. It was your real love you welcomed back in.

Oh, you have choked me, but I gave you the leash. You have gutted me but I gave you the knife. You have devoured me, but I laid myself across the fire.

The most powerful poetry is birthed through cracks in history, through what is broken and unseen.

The woman hangs from the 13th floor window crying for the lost beauty of her own life. She sees the sun falling west over the grey plane of Chicago. She thinks she remembers listening to her own life break loose, as she falls from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago, or as she climbs back up to claim herself again.

It was impossible to make it through the tragedy Without poetry. What are we without winds becoming words?

My children were slick otters of joy in these rough waters of living

Within a few generations we had gone from being nearly one hundred percent of the population of this continent to less than one-half of one percent. We were all haunted.

When she broke on Earth, the light in her was not broken. We cannot break light, nor can we destroy it.

When the world as as knew it ended, we stood up again in the ruin, and found a way to keep walking through tears.

I lay my body down in another city, another hotel room. Once Louis Armstrong and his band stayed here. Later the hotel fell to trash. New money resurrected it. Under the red moon of justice, I dream with the king of jazz.

We must take care to feed the minds, hearts, and spirits of those coming up behind us--to offer songs, poems, and stories that will break open that which is hardened, expose that which is evil-minded or would harm, and remind us how we are constructed to bring forth beauty of thought and beingness.

You have paid the cover charge thousands of times over with your lives and now you are afraid you can never get out.

We will keep going despite dark Or a madman in a white house dream.

Pass this love on, he'd say. It knows how to bend and will never break. It's the only thing with a give and take, The more it's used the more it makes. That love is the bridge that will cross the river home. He'd be standing in the dark with no one listening. How time blows steadily through the city, the trees. Sing to this earth, sing, he sang.

Be who you are, even if it kills you. It will. Over and over again. Even as you live.