Quotes About Resilience

I remember when my mother pointed to a stone, and she said this was the kind of stone people used to place on the feet of the baby girls to stop them trying to climb away and unbind their feet.

I am Mother Jones. The Government can't take my life and you can't take my arm, but you can take my suitcase.

Art keeps me alive. I've obviously been devastated or heartbroken all my life, since my mother's death.

Who deserves more credit than the wife of a coal miner? Mother was one.

My biological mother made my clothes or bought my clothes from Salvation Army or Goodwill.

Faith is a strong word in my life. That's one thing my mother has always stressed to me.

My mother worked in factories, worked as a domestic, worked in a restaurant, always had a second job.

But even though all this was going on at home, if someone had tried to take me away and put me in a children's home, I couldn't have handled it. Even though my mother was very brutal, it was my home.

So it was a thing that my mother always taught me to go for your goals and never give up no matter what they are, and I started believing that later on in life.

I nursed men back to sanity who were driven to despair. I solicited clothes for the ragged children, for the desperate mothers. I laid out the dead, the martyrs of the strike.

I should, many a good day, have blown my brains out, but for the recollection that it would have given pleasure to my mother-in-law.

My mother told me...if you're going to get anywhere, you're going to have to do it yourself, because no one is going to do it for you.

I get whatever placidity I have from my father. But my mother taught me how to take it on the chin.

Mother Nature may be forgiving this year, or next year, but eventually she's going to come around and whack you. You've got to be prepared.

Raised by an irresponsible mother during the Great Depression in the Jim Crow south, my father was on his own from the age of 13.

I was labeled a troublemaker, my mom an unfit mother, and I was not welcome anywhere.

My mother was determined to make us independent. When I was four years old, she stopped the car a few miles from our house and made me find my own way home across the fields. I got hopelessly lost.

Out of Ireland have we come, great hatred, little room, maimed us at the start. I carry from my mother's womb a fanatic heart.

She's been through growing up without a mother & makes my heart all of a sudden.

When I was about five or seven years old my mother was placed in a mental institution and so we were with our father who worked very hard, and we had to figure a lot of things out.

When the mothers start to shatter, then everything just comes undone.

No one ever laid out the sequence of events that led to my mother being prosecuted and imprisoned for alleged welfare fraud.

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.

It's my real name. My mother's name is Rose Rock. It was the worst name as a kid to have. They called me Piece of the Rock, Plymouth Rock, Joe Rockid, and Flintstones. Now they call me Mister Rock.