Quotes About Resilience

I like this quote attributed to Mark Twain: "I'm an old man and I've had many troubles. Most of which have never happened.

Mastering others requires force; mastering the self needs strength.

I love this quote that's been attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." In other words, no one can depress you. No one can make you anxious. No one can hurt your feelings. No one can make you anything other than what you allow inside.

Knowing that you'll always get some disapproval for everything you feel, think, say or do is the way out of the tunnel of despair. Once you expect it, you won't be inclined to hurt yourself with it, and you'll simultaneously stop equating the repudiation of an idea or a feeling with the repudiation of you.

Keep in mind that when you've reached the valley floor, the only direction you can go is upward.

Girls don't fight fair. They pull your hair and gauge you and pinch you; then they run off gasping to mommy when you try and defend yourself with a fist. Then you get locked into time out, and for what? No, my friend, the secret is, don't snap at the bait. Let it dangle. Swim around it. Laugh it off. After a while they've given up and try to lure someone else.

It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They're so hard to pull. And grow back so easily.

I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compare to the one in my heart.

I was slipping, man, and it was definetly time to get a grip.

As much as thinking this upsets me, I'm starting to see that I need the merry-go-round much more than it needs me, and in the end my choice is to hop back on or get left in the dust.

Surely, I thought, a few bushes and some dilapidated wood couldn't stop someone's best and brightest blessing! Surely not!

Street people use cardboard all the time, and bum alleys are just shanties or lean-tos, though. They're nothing like my house! Mine is deluxe! It's a big, thick, super sturdy refrigerator box that I found at an appliance store!

That's the funny thing about running. The deceptive thing about it. It may seem mindless, but its really mental. If the minds strong, the body acts weak, even if its not.

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Wendelin Van Draanen

Summers there are awful! Winters there are awful! Why do you stay? You ought to run away! Hop a train! Stow away on a bus! What am I saying? You could just buy yourself a ticket. It would be interesting to talk to you if you did it the other way, though. We could compare scars and bruises. It might be fun.

Repetition. Effort. Pain. Success. There really is no shortcut.

One by one by one by one. That's how I got through losing a leg. Minute by minute by minute by minute. Hour by hour by hour by hour. Day by day by day by day. That's how anybody makes it through anything

Anger is a dry riverbed. You should follow it only if it leads you to the springs of forgiveness.

The finish line comes into view and you will yourself toward it, but the wind pushes you back, and your body begs you to give up, and the whole world seems to grind into slow motion. Your determination is all that's left. It forces your muscles to fire. Forces you to stay in the race. Forces you to survive the pain of this moment.

Conquering the wild is nothing compared to fixing the cracks in your heart.

It's disturbing how fast weeds take root in my garden of worthiness. They're so hard to pull. And grow back so easily.

One by one by one by one. That's how I got through losing a leg. Minute by minute by minute by minute. Hour by hour by hour by hour. Day by day by day by day.

I wipe away my tears and nod, because the pain in my leg is nothing compared to the one in my heart.