Quotes About Resilience

People die in this war, but the ideas cannot be erased.

The U.S. Post Office at San Francisco forwarded unstamped mail, often written on scraps and oddments, from the survivors to destinations around the country. ... There were callous and fearful authorities who lashed out, but also institutions such as the post office that just quietly broke the rules to make life a little less disastrous.

The things that make our lives are so tenuous, so unlikely, that we barely come into being, barely meet the people we're meant to love, barely find our way in the woods, barely survive catastrophe every day.

but embracing or resisting are optional, and metamorphosis inevitable.

Rebecca Solnit

It was as though she traveled by a map of the wrong place, hitting walls, driving into ditches, missing her destination, but never stopping or throwing out the map. And she never stopped being Cinderella, and told her own story largely as a series of things that happened to her rather than things she did.

To tell a story and have it and the teller recognized and respected is still one of the best methods we have of overcoming trauma.

People like us, Rose, we just want to live happy quiet lives, don't we? Little house. Enough to eat... That was all he'd wanted. And Rose wished with all her heart he could have had it. But she knew now that you can't change the past. It doesn't mean you have to forget it, but you can't change it and you can't stay there.

Many people are more like the earth than we know. Maybe they have fault lines that sooner or later are going to split open under pressure.

It's life, Sidda. You just climb on the beast and ride.

The words shot through Vivi's bones and blood and muscle, and her body relaxed, so that when her feet touched the ground they met the earth differently, as though they had found roots that reached deep down and anchored to something tender and undamaged.

Tears will do you no good.

The alligators can get you at any age, Buddy. But the worst thing you can do is freeze.

You can't let fear of hurricanes stop your from putting seeds in the ground, even if they're going to grow tall only to be destroyed.

I try to believe ,she said that god doesn't give you more than one piece of the story at ounce. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart would crack wider than you could handle. He only crack it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you've still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of. Only no one sees it. Everyone thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they can't see that crack.

Sometimes you just have to reach out and grab what you want, even when they tell you not to.

I couldn't wait until my own stroke was strong enough for me to follow in her wake.

saw that pain is part of beauty—that inside of all that music, all that love, all the moonlight and sunlight, are shafts of pain, and we are meant to bear it all.

Life is short, but it is wide. This too shall pass.

I don't care what the fire department says about fire hazards. I have lived through fire before.

Well, it's finally happening. Vivi Abbott Walker has gone over the edge. What they don't know is that I went over the edge years ago, and lived to tell the tale. Although not to many. Vivi ran

God will not allow us to be overwhelmed by temptation, but with it He will provide a way of escape so that we will be able to endure it.

She looked as if she were about to burst into tears, but she was wonderful at catching the ball of her own mood in mid-air.

The King and Queen hid in a secret cupboard in their bedroom for two hours, listening to the searchers grow cold, then warm, then cold again, then warm, and at last hot, and burning hot. The weakly King was hard to kill: when they threw him from the balcony they thought him doubly dead from bullet wounds and sword slashes, but the fingers of his right hand clasped the railing and had to be cut off before he fell to the ground, where the fingers of his left hand clutched the grass.