Quotes About Resilience

The monsters of our childhood do not fade away, neither are they ever wholly monstrous.

Despair speaks evenly, in a quiet voice.

I believe that maturity is not an outgrowing, but a growing up: that an adult is not a dead child, but a child who survived.

We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?

They had learned that the act of violence is the act of weakness, and that the spirit's strength lies in holding fast to the truth.

The past, for everyone, is full of missed chances, surviving to understand them, if not set them straight, is one of the things that makes the next breath worth taking.

Hating people who wronged me only kept me in their power. Forgiving them and thanking them for the lessons they taught me, on the other hand set me free to continue on my way.

The difference, I think, is that in Vietnam, people seem to have no choice about the kind of house they live in. They may want to fix the roof, but they can't do much about it, so they fight each other for a dry spot on the floor away from all the leaks.

The special gift of that suffering, I have learned, is how to be strong while we are weak, how to be brave when we are afraid, how to be wise in the midst of confusion, and how to let go of that which we can no longer hold. In this way, anger can teach forgiveness, hate can teach us love, and war can teach us peace.

If one morning in the Spring, a stranger came and said to me, your mother,father, brother, sister, uncle, lover, friend is dead from a b-52, napalm bombing, search and destroy misson, air attack, Tet offensive, My Lai massacre, failed escape, I would not scream but make of my body a net, a tarp, stretched taut across the sky, the sea, over every village and hamlet, prepared to catch everything from the sky, shade everything on the ground, rain water and receive yyou, war, with arms outstretched

The road comes to an end just when it ought to be getting somewhere. The passengers alight, shaken and weary, to begin, all over again, something else.

Every sad thing, every loss or hurt really a challenge to love that much more, really just another of beauty's many strongholds.

your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. keep fighting. keep loving

the object was not to stay alive but to stay human.

Katniss should have the most reasons to hate, having been sent into the arena not once, but twice. But despite everything she's been through, she's still capable of seeing the so-called "enemy" as individuals rather than as a monolithic entity. She remembers that Octavia snuck her a roll rather than see her hungry and that Flavius had to quit during the Quarter Quell because he couldn't stop crying.

Your heart is a weapon the size of your first. Keep fighting. Keep loving. More than bombs, fire, guns or arrows, love is the most powerful weapon in the Hunger Games. It stirs and feeds the rebellion. It saves the doomed. It destroys the bereaved. And it gives even the most devastated survivors a reason to go on.

But Gale? Gale is a warrior. He's a rebel. He's a badass. He's a knight.

Katniss Everdeen can survive her darkness because she understands the same truth that's expressed in that graffiti in Palestine. Her heart is a weapon, and the way to keep fighting against all the horror and cruelty of the world is to wield that weapon. To keep loving.

He thought it essential for youngsters to develop tenacity "so there's never an idle moment

Focus means saying no." Focus is also having the confidence to say no when everyone else is saying yes.

the wider world's reaction has often been disdainful. In 1984, the first Mac's graphical user interface was widely derided as "a toy." Bill Gates was mystified that people wanted colored computers. Critics initially called on Apple to open up the iPod. Without a strong belief in his vision, a passion for what he was doing, it would be much harder for Jobs to resist the critics.

I'm living life as best I can - but I'm not exempt from failure and making bad choices.

Heretics have been hated from the beginning of recorded time; they have been ostracized, exiled, tortured, maimed, and butchered; but it has generally proved impossible to smother them; and when it has not, the society that has succeeded has always declined.

Humiliation scars deeper than the lash.