Quotes About Resilience

But I had walked here, and I wasn't ready to give up on seeing the High Sierra just yet.

Se il coraggio ti è negato va oltre il coraggio.

They opened my mind to realities I didn't know existed. They forced me to be resilient, to sacrifice, to see how little I knew, and also how much.

La vera sfida è vivere.

The thing that would make me believe that hiking the Pacific Crest Trail was my way back to the person I used to be.

But the opposite was true. The people in my life were like the Band-Aids that had blown away in the desert wind that first day on the trail. They scattered and then they were gone.

This is not the way I wanted it to be, that single honey said, but it was the way it was.

Women are the ones with the cojones,

How could I carry a backpack more than a thousand miles over rugged mountains and waterless deserts if I couldn't even budge it an inch in an air-conditioned motel room? The notion was preposterous and yet I had to lift that pack. It hadn't occurred to me that I wouldn't be able to.

me back and the bull that would take me forward. And so I walked on. It took all I had to cover nine miles a day. To cover nine miles a day was a physical achievement far beyond anything I'd ever done. Every part of my body hurt. Except my heart. I saw no one, but, strange as it was,

It had begun to occur to me that perhaps it was okay that I hadn't spent my days on the trail pondering the sorrows of my life, that perhaps by being forced to focus on my physical suffering some of my emotional suffering would fade away. By the end of that second week, I realized that since I'd begun my hike, I hadn't shed a single tear.

When I had no roof I made Audacity my roof. ROBERT PINSKY, "Samurai Song" Never never never give up.

I'd have to eat that

God was not a granter of wishes. God was a ruthless bitch.

For once I didn't ache for a companion. For once the phrase a woman with a hole in her heart didn't thunder into my head. That phrase, it didn't even live for me anymore.

That was my prayer: Fuckthemfuckthemfuckthem.

What if what made me do all those things everyone thought I shouldn't have done was what also had got me here? What

them. I looked at the place I'd come from and the place I was going, the two equidistant from me. I was too far from either, so I forced my way forward.

there was the actual doing it, quickly followed by the grim realization of what it meant to do it, followed by the decision to quit doing it because doing it was absurd and pointless and ridiculously difficult and far more than I expected doing it would be and I was profoundly unprepared to do it. And then there was the real live truly doing it. The staying and doing it, in spite of everything.

Her love was full-throated and all-encompassing and unadorned. Every day she blew through her entire reserve.

Afterwards, I limped around gathering rocks and built a small crap cairn, burying the evidence before hiking on.

I was not going to nod. Everything that had ever happened to me in my whole life was mixed into the cement that kept my head perfectly still

Hiking the PCT was the maddening effort of knitting that sweater and unraveling it over and over again.

Fear, to a great extent, is born of a story we tell ourselves, and so I chose to tell myself a different story from the one women are told.O I decided I was safe. I was strong. I was brave.