Quotes About Resilience

I]t takes a great great deal of salt to keep scurrility sweet.

Maybe he should turn around. Go back and tell them that's what life was, a long series of things that didn't go down the way you thought they would. Hell with it. Either they'd figure it out or they wouldn't. Most people never did.

Find beauty, try to understand, survive.

Bombs fall and wipe out civilization as we know it, two things come up out of the ashes: roaches and F-150s.

My mother by then had already begun her own decline, her own transformation, hardening into a bitter rind of a woman who pushed through the stations of her day as though each moment were unpleasant duty; as though the currencies of joy had become so inflated they could no longer purchase anything of worth.

Every day we reconstruct ourselves out of the salvage of our yesterdays.

He drove. That was what he did. What he'd always do.

There are men who seem to have seized the trunk of life, and he was one of them. It might not be for everyone, the great, scarring thing you could not get your arms around, but it was there for him.

She had accepted the limitations of her life. It was this anguish, this contentment which created her grace.

Life is separated by scars, like the rings in the inside of a tree.

Writers really don't retire, you know. They have to be taken out and shot.

It was all leaving her in slow, imperceptible movements, like the tide when one's back is turned: everyone, everything she had known. So all of grief and happiness, far from being buried with one, vanished beforehand except for scattered pieces. She lived among forgotten episodes, unknown faces bereft of names, closed off from the very world she had created; that was how it came to be. But I must show nothing of that, she thought. Her children---she must not reveal it to them.

She formed her life day by day, taking as its materials the emptiness and panic as well as the rushes, like fever, of contentment. I am beyond fear of solitude, she thought, I am past it. The idea thrilled her. I am beyond it and I will not sink.

He had not abandoned failure; it was his address, his street, his one comfort.

Er komt een tijd dat je alleen bent, schreef Céline lang voordat het hem echt overkwam, als je aan het eind bent gekomen van alles wat je overkomen kan. Het is het einde van de wereld, zelfs verdriet, je eigen verdriet, geeft geen antwoord meer en je moet op je schreden terugkeren, je weer onder de mensen begeven, het maakt niet uit wie.

Gevoel van moed. Groot verlangen verder te leven.

The courage to live when the best days were past.

There is only one way to happiness and that is to cease worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.

Epictetus (55 ? 135 A.D.) said, There is only one way to happiness and that is to stop worrying about things which are beyond the power of our will.

Get a PHD No, not a doctoral degree. I mean a PHD attitude: Poor, Hungry and Driven.

You must want it enough. Enough to take all the rejections, enough to pay the price of disappointment and discouragement while you are learning. Like any other artist you must learn your craft—then you can add all the genius you like. – Phyllis Whitney

Are you a real writer? Then keep writing. And don't stop. Ever.

The brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls are not there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to give us a chance to show how badly we want something. Because the brick walls are there to stop the people who don't want it badly enough. They're there to stop the other people. – Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture

Winston Churchill: "Success is going from failure to failure without losing enthusiasm.