Quotes About Resilience

There was a hush and everybody was holding their breath," Frances Perkins recalled. After what seemed a long-drawn moment of tension, he reached the rostrum, handed off his crutches, gripped the lectern edges with his powerful, viselike grip, tilted back his head, and "across his face there flashed a vast, world-encompassing smile.

Assemblyman Isaac Hunt, who later became a close friend, would never forget the first time he saw Roosevelt. "He came in as if he had been ejected by a catapult," Hunt recalled.

In Eleanor's judgment, her husband was better able to meet the tension than many of the others, "because he'd learned from polio that if there was nothing you could do about a situation, then you'd better try to put it out of your mind and go on with your work at hand.

by acting as if I was not afraid I gradually ceased to be afraid.

Scholars who have studied the development of leaders have situated resilience, the ability to sustain ambition in the face of frustration, at the heart of potential leadership growth.

Doris Kearns Goodwin

What is clear is that at some point my father determined he would write the story of his life himself, rather than let it be written for him by his tortured past. And this resolve was the greatest gift he bequeathed to his children.

If she had been left alone she would have gone on, in her own way, enjoying herself thoroughly, until people found one day that she had turned imperceptibly into one of those women who have become old without ever having been middle aged: a little withered, a little acid, hard as nails, sentimentally kindhearted, and addicted to religion or small dogs.

So much of my life has been twisted and painful that now when happiness floods right through me like being flooded over with warm glittering blue water, I can't believe it. I say to myself: I am Anna Wulf, this is me, Anna, and I'm happy.

Her source of self respect was that she had not - as she put it - given up and crawled into safety somewhere. Into a safe marriage.

I write all these remarks with exactly the same feeling as if I were writing a letter to post into the distant past: I am so sure that everything we now take for granted is going to be utterly swept away in the next decade. (So why write novels? Indeed, why! I suppose we have to go on living as if ...)

Women are the cowards they are because they have been semi-slaves for so long.

If someone cracks up, what does that mean? At what point does a person about to fall to pieces say: I'm cracking up? And if I were to crack up, what form would it take?

she had to fight for qualities that had not been even in her vocabulary. Patience. Self-discipline. Self-control. Self-abnegation. Chastity. Adaptability to others - this above all. This always.

Victim-eyes of impersonal tragedy, to be impersonal no longer.

That's what life is, getting used to things that are really intolerable…" Her eyes reddened and filled, and again she determinedly blinked them clear.

There was a certain struggling fury that went with being jobless, and persevering, and being turned down, that was different from simply being jobless.

She could not bear to lie in bed and wait, so she pestered the nurse until she could sit on a veranda, screened by a thick curtain of golden shower from the street, because she could assure herself she was not blind by looking through her glowing eyelids at the light from the sky. She sat there all day, and felt the waves of heat and perfume break across her in shock after shock of shuddering nostalgia. But nostalgia for what?

Please don't be alarmed, you'd be surprised how many charming people are walking our streets, the mere ghosts of themselves.

That's what life is, getting used to things that are really intolerable.

Now, I am not Anna, I have no will, I can't move out of a situation once it has started, I just go along with it.

B?t c? Ä'i?u gì cÅ©ng ??u t?t ??p hÆ¡n má»™t ná»—i s? hãi chúng ta t?ng bi?t ??n

Well, don't you think it's at least possible, just possible that things can happen to us so bad that we don't ever get over them?

The hands were saying: Why do you hurt me like this?—but if you insist then I'll endure it.