Quotes About Resilience

For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?

He regarded love as a sort of cruel malady through which the elect are required to pass in their late youth and from which they emerge, pale and wrung, but ready for the business of living.

We do what we can. We push on, Esteban, as best we can. It isn't for long, you know. Time keeps going by. You'll be surprised at the way time passes.

Facciamo quello che possiamo. Tiriamo avanti, Esteban, come meglio possiamo. Non dura molto, sai,... Il tempo passa. Ti sorprenderà vedere come passa in fretta".

She resembled the swallow in the fable who once every thousand years transferred a grain of wheat, in the hope of rearing a mountain to reach the moon. Such persons are raised up in every age; they obstinately insist on transporting their grains of wheat and they derive a certain exhilaration from the sneers of the bystanders. "How queerly they dress!" we cry. "How queerly they dress!

She had been through hard straits herself and assumed that persons of quality did not discuss them. Steel exists to support pressure.

But if our minds can make such Gods and if from the Gods we have made there flows such power, which is no more than a power resident within us, why cannot we employ that power directly?

And those who lay in their beds there felt that they were within a wall that the Abbess has built for them. Within all was light and warmth, and without was the darkness they would not exchange even for a relief from pain and from dying.

we came through the depression by the skin of our teeth;

War's a pleasure—do you hear me?—War's a pleasure compared to what faces us now: trying to build up a peacetime with you in the middle of it.

A man can produce fortitude from his own vitals, but the true food of valor is example.

Doña Clara was in the hands of malignant Nature who reserves the right to inflict upon her children the most terrifying jests.

If you feel so empty So used up, so let down If you feel so angry So ripped off so stepped on You're not the only one Refusing to back down You're not the only one So get up

Even if I say It'll be alright Still I hear you say You want to end your life And again we try To just stay alive Maybe we'll turn it around 'Cause it's not too late It's never too late

I will not die, I'll wait here for you, I feel alive, when you're beside ,I will not die, I'll wait here for you, In my time of dying

I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all

Si estás poseído por el temor no pierdas el tiempo tratando de "matar" el temor; en cambio, cultiva el valor y el temor desaparecerá.

If you are possessed of Fear, do not waste time trying to "kill out" Fear, but instead cultivate the quality of Courage, and the Fear will disappear.

The Master does this consciously, and by the use of his Will, and attains a degree of Poise and Mental Firmness almost impossible of belief on the part of the masses who are swung backward and forward like a pendulum.

Or perhaps is is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.

And so I have to live. Because we live for more than just ourselves, Most of the time we live for others, keep putting one foot before the other, left and right, left and right, so that walking becomes a habit, just like breathing. Ina n out, left and right.

So perhaps there are no phantom pains after all; perhaps all pain is real; perhaps each long-ago blow lives on into eternity in some different permutation and shape; perhaps the body is this hypersensitive, revengeful entity, a ledger book, a warehouse of remembered slights and cruelties.

Being uncomfortable is good, beta. It's in discomfort that growth happens.

What to do, Smita? She had everything but the gift of years. Nothing we can do. What cannot be cured must be endured.