Quotes About Resilience

The Santa Barbara Plaza, also known as Marlton Square, played a vital role in the Black community. Thriving in the 1940s and 1950s, businesses in this twenty-two-acre shopping center met the needs of thousands of consumers across South Los Angeles. From the Broadway and May Company department stores to Woolworth's and J.J. Newberry's, the plaza has transformed from a vibrant shopping hub to a now nearly abandoned plot of land. Last

Our life is a walk in the night, we know not how great the distance to the dawn that awaits us. And the path is strewn with stumbling blocks and our bodies are grown tyrannous with weeping yet we lift our feet. We lift our feet.

woman must have a heart made of something tougher, or she dies when a first blow comes.

Why should I be sad? Everyone has to die. If you have a body, it's too late to cry. It's only funerals I can't stand.

Save your freedom for a rainy day," someone had written on the bathroom wall at Rudy's Bar in SoHo,

Haberlerin özelli?i bunlar?n hiçbir zaman sizin ba??n?za gelmemesidir.

Whimsy is the answer to tears.

the point of the film....was about being a woman, about caring an not caring what happens to you. it was about not really caring. p.198

If you stayed there, sooner or later you were going to be visited at night by Russ, who was old, and muscular, and mean. The girls complained about being raped by him as if it were a form of strictness, or rent. They were willing to endure it because they didn't have other options. The rest of us did nothing about it because Russ bought us liquor and what were we to do, call the police? One of them was known for taking girls out to Point Lobos instead of to the police station.

I witnessed doom, though. It was around me. But at the time, I thought the bad luck of other people reaffirmed that I was doing okay.

her shoulders, her neck, and

I'm not just a Strong Black Woman; I'm a Real Human Being with strengths and vulnerabilities, hopes and fears, standards and contradictions.

No, it's not okay to cry, because when dignity is all you have left you can't afford to lose it.

Don't worry now about what you can't change. Rest when you can so you'll be ready for tomorrow's battles.

We burn out not because we don't care but because we don't grieve. We burn out because we have allowed our hearts to become so filled with loss that we have no room left to care.

Grieving is a way of self-care.

Often times of crisis are times of discovery, periods when we cannot maintain our old ways of doing things and enter into a steep learning curve. Sometimes it takes a crisis to initiate growth.

LOST AND FOUND IMMY WAS A frail little girl, the only child of older parents. At three, she was only as big as the average eighteen-month-old toddler. She was unable to walk more than a few blocks without tiring and did not have the strength to play games you could not play sitting down. A desperately wanted and long-awaited baby, she had been born with a hole in her heart and a badly formed heart valve. Only the most careful medical management had helped her

Jenny turned and Jenny ran to where she thought the woods began, she turned and ran from you. But deeper into woods she flew with every step, until the dew and darkness led her back to you.

Could you sharpen it to a sword-point, let it carve the ground behind you as you run?

If the borderline rage that had fueled me for so long was torn down and taken away, would there be anything left? Or would it take the life, the spirit, right out of me? I was daunted by the prospect of letting go without a clear idea of what would emerge in the old framework's place.

The only way to see the light at the end of the tunnel was to crawl through the mud in darkness.

As much as I loathed pain, progress did not seem to come without it.

Former pleasures meant nothing to me anymore. Life was a series of tasks to be endured, and even the simplest ones were painfully arduous. It took everything I could muster to cook a meal, wash the dishes, or do the laundry. My income was virtually nonexistent. My occupation was therapy.