Quotes About Resilience

You tell 'em, love. That's what we do to the boys who kick us outta the nest.

during tough times, "Leaders stretch to the challenge, while followers shrink from the challenge.

An unguarded strength is a double weakness.

I have so many things to work on, and so many ways that I fail. But that's what grace is all about. and I constantly wake up every morning trying to get better, trying to improve, trying to walk closer to God.

Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to where ever time washes away to.

You think, 'Here's something I can hold on to,' but it always slips away.

The real world is coming, chugging straight at me like a bulldozer into the rain forest.

The only way you're going to get something to last in this world is to work at it

There's no room inside for feeling any worse

I'm not a dream crusher. The real world already does enough of that without me getting into the business

No,' I say l. 'It's not all right. But I couldn't help it

Life is spectacular. Forget the dark things. Take a drink and let time wash them away to wherever time washes things away to.

Life is an ocean, and most everyone's hanging on to some kind of dream to keep afloat

It's too big to change. It's too heavy and all sharp-cornered and shit.

That's all right," she says, and I have to wonder how many times she's said that to the people in her life who screwed her over somehow.

Somos los Jóvenes-A-Punto-De-Caducar y nos arremolinamos aquí para ocultarnos del pasado y del futuro. Sabemos lo que nos espera: el futuro nos aguarda allí enfrente, como reja de hierro forjado, y el pasado nos ataca desde la retaguarda como un dóberman perverso, solo que nunca se da por vencido.

As much as I hated my mockery of a life, it was the only mockery I had, and I didn't particularly want to lose it. There

I wasn't an object. I was Matthew Fucking Richter

It is not the critic who counts, nor the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood. Richard Nixon had quoted the same speech the day before

She thought little of her ordeal. Cruelty was part of nature, like a winter frost; something to be survived and then forgotten (p.689)

Shoulder to shoulder they stood in a circle of woe, and woe was all their assailants found to greet them.

Surviving is the strongest memory I have; the sense of having walked on water.

Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. So you hang tough. You back yourslef and only yourself.

That which is good or great makes itself known, no matter how loud the clamor of denial. That which deserves to live - lives.