Quotes About Resilience

I marked myself once with a knife. I was disappearing into the adolescent sea of rage and destruction. The mark of pain assured me of my own reality. The cut could speak. It had a voice that cried out when I could not make a sound in my defense. I never made such a mark again. Instead I chose to slash art onto canvas, pencil marks onto paper, and when I could no longer carry the burden of history, I found other openings. I found stories.

It is in times like these that we face the most cunning of tricksters. We might even find a trickster in the seat of power.

Black squirrel on a slag of stone--carry me home.

I have no more land. I am driven away from home, driven up the red waters, let us all go, let us all die together and somewhere upon the banks we will be there.

Some of us did not make it. We carried their bodies far away From the cities and set their spirits free. This moment is for them—gives them nourishment Of our love to keep moving toward home.

There is a field of talking blood that I have not been able to reach, not even with knives, not yet.

Raw red cliffs that you stumbled down into your own shadow haven't kept you away, or soft red lights and strange electrical music that I play.

I am always in danger.

Because who would believe the fantastic and terrible story of all of our survival those who were never meant to survive?

What shall I do with all this heartache?

In the United terminal in Chicago at five on a Friday afternoon The sky is breaking with rain and wind and all the flights Are delayed forever. We will never get to where we are going And there's no way back to where we've been.

Gather strength, pull it in Be right where you are.

These are the ones who escape after the last hurt is turned inward; they are the most dangerous ones.

What you call your personality, you know? --it's not like actual bones, or teeth, something solid. It's more like a flame. A flame can be upright, and a flame can flicker in the wind, a flame can be extinguished so there's no sign of it, like it had never been.

You wake up one morning, those years are gone. There's a comfort in this fact perhaps. I want to think that there must be comfort in all facts we can't alter.

I'm drawn to failure. I feel that I'm contending with it constantly in my own life.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

Dear girl! Life is addictive. Yet we must live.

You don't have to understand why anything that has happened nor do you even have to understand what it is that has happened. You have only to live with the remains.

failure is a human condition, not victory over odds; for each Hellen Keller who triumphs, there are tens of millions who fail, mute and deaf and insensate as vegetables tossed upon a vast garbage pile to rot.

I'm Legs Sadovsky I'm FOXFIRE I don't fuck around with guys.

Cherie, keep walking. Shut your eyes. We are headed for the bridge. We are going to cross it.

When you give up struggle, there's a kind of love.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again that tear you apart.