Quotes About Resilience

Still, he could balance himself with one hand on an inverted ginger-ale bottle while revolving a barrel on the soles of his feet. There is good in all of us.

Man and boy, Jeeves, I have been in some tough spots in my time, but this one wins the mottled oyster.

It's a hell for the poor, in New York. An iron, grinding city. It frightens you. It's so big and hard and cruel. It takes the fight out of you.

It was foolish of her to have expected such a state of things to last, for what is life but a series of sharp corners, round each of which Fate lies in wait for us

The Rocky Mountains, that traditional stamping-ground for the heartbroken, may be well enough in their way; but a lover has to be cast in a pretty stem mould to be able to be introspective when at any moment he may meet an annoyed cinnamon bear.

You start the day with the fairest prospects, and before nightfall everything is as rocky and ding-basted as stig tossed full of doodlegammon.

Joan Valentine was a tall girl with wheat-gold hair and eyes as brightly blue as a November sky when the sun is shining on a frosty world. There was in them a little of November's cold glitter, too, for Joan had been through much in the last few years; and experience, even when it does not harden, erects a defensive barrier between its children and the world.

You might just as well argue with a wolf on the trail of a fat Russian peasant.

One must defy, not apologize.

No Adonis to begin with, he had been so edited and re-edited during a long and prosperous ring career by the gloved fists of a hundred foes that in affairs of the heart he was obliged to rely exclusively on moral worth and charm of manner.

Most of the Underhills came into the world looking as though they meant to drive their way through life like a wedge.

Conscia mens recti, nec si sinit esse dolorem Sed revocare gradum.

Mrs Pringle's aspect was that of one who had had bad news round about the year 1900 and never really got over it.

Surgit amari aliquid'.

You must never, never subordinate your hero

Tut!' I said. 'What did you say?' 'I said Tut!' 'Say it once again, and I'll biff you where you stand. I've enough to endure without being tutted at.

If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life

If suddenly you do not exist, If suddenly you are not living, I shall go on living. I do not dare, I do not dare to write it, if you die. I shall go on living.

Give me your hand out of the depths sown by your sorrows.

And our problems will crumble apart, the soul / blow through like a wind, and here where we live will all be clean again, with fresh bread on the table.

Si nada nos salva de la muerte, al menos que el amor nos salve de la vida.

From sorrow to sorrow love crosses its islands and establishes roots that are watered by weeping.

Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera.

They can cut all the flowers, but they can't stop the spring...