Quotes About Resilience

I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solutions, that uses the foolish expression. A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.

Catfish's high spirits were inexhaustible; he was cheerful no matter what happened, and he was unable to understand that not everyone was so resilient.

As is true of most incipient bad things in life, i had not really prepared myself for this possibility.

Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.

A veces tienes que perder para ganar.

Às vezes você tem que perder pra ganhar.

basketball courts ringed with barbed-wire fence.

Strange, I thought, as I jumped a sheet of water at the curb, how a few hours could change everything—or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.

Because I don't care what anyone says or how often or winningly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because, here's the truth: life is catastrophe. The basic fact of existence—of walking around trying to feed ourselves and find friends and whatever else we do—is catastrophe.

lo extraño era más bien descubrir en el presente un fragmento tan brillante del pasado vivo, dañado y erosionado pero no destruido.

meaning Death) always wins but that doesn't mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we're not

When we are strongest—who draws back? Most merry—who falls down laughing? When we are very bad,—what can they do to us? —ARTHUR RIMBAUD

hard to believe that the world had ended and yet somehow these ridiculous activities kept grinding on.

Hobie had an iron constitution. Whenever he came down with something himself, he drank a Fernet-Branca and kept going.

strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.

All things fall and are built again.

It can never have understood why it was forced to live in such misery: bewildered by noise (as I imagine), distressed by smoke, barking dogs, cooking smells, teased by drunkards and children, tethered to fly on the shortest of chains. Yet even a child can see its dignity: thimble of bravery, all fluff and brittle bone. Not timid, not even hopeless, but steady and holding its place. Refusing to pull back from the world.

he'd probably just crawl in the corner and starve. Like a hamster you forgot to feed.

Cuanto más agitas los árboles más hojas caen de ellos.

What if our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can't get there any other

Qualunque cosa ci insegni a parlare con noi stessi è importante qualunque cosa ci insegni a cullarci fino a uscire dalla disperazione.

But walking through it all was one thing; walking away, unfortunately, has proved to be quite another, and though once I thought I had left that ravine forever on an April afternoon long ago, now I am not so sure.

It's often pain tha makes us more aware of self