Quotes About Resilience

Maybe someone will know I didn't weave crowns to draw blood; that I faught against mockery; that I did fill the high tide of my soul with truth. I repaid vileness with doves.

When I see the sea again has the sea seen me or hasn't it seen me? Why the waves ask me The same that I ask them? And why do they hit the rock With such a futile enthusiasm? Don't they get tired of repeating their declaration to the sand?

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land

To harden the earth the rocks took charge: instantly they grew wings: the rocks that soared: the survivors flew up the lightning bolt, screamed in the night, a watermark, a violet sword, a meteor. The succulent sky had not only clouds, not only space smelling of oxygen, but an earthly stone flashing here and there changed into a dove, changed into a bell, into immensity, into a piercing wind: into a phosphorescent arrow, into salt of the sky.

I f nothing saves us from death, may love at least save us from life.

Love brought its tail of pains, its long static beam of thorns, and we close our eyes so that nothing, so that no wound will separate us.

Rechazada al caer, y sin forma obstinada.

deny me bread, air, light, spring, but never your laughter for I would die.

Give me the sorrow of the entire world, I will turn it into hope.

Neither the heart cut by a sliver of glass in a wasteland of thorns, nor the atrocious waters seen in the corners of certain houses, waters like eyelids and eyes, could hold your waist in my hands when my heart lifts its oak trees toward your unbreakable thread of snow.   Night sugar, spirit of crowns, redeemed human blood, your kisses banish me, and a surge of water with remnants of the sea strikes the silences that wait for you surrounding the worn-out chairs, wearing doors away.

Pure your gentle name, pure your fragile life, bees, shadows, fire, snow, silence and foam, combined with steel and wire and pollen to make up your firm and delicate being. Pablo Neruda's epitaph for Tina Modotti

I was born anew, owner of my own darkness.

Amo ciò che di tenace ancora sopravvive nei miei occhi, nelle mie camere abbandonate dove abita la luna, e ragni di mia proprietà, e distruzioni che mi sono care, adoro il mio essere perduto, la mia sostanza imperfetta.

Las lagrimas que no se lloran Esperan en pequenos lagos? Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes? O seran rios invisibles Que corren hacia la tristeza? Or are they invisible rivers that run toward sadness?

Y si no das más, tan sólo encuentra lo que hay en tus manos, piensa que dar amor nunca es en vano. Sigue adelante sin mirar atrás

Put aside your mantles of mourning, join all your tears until you make them metal: for

What does old ash say when it passes near the fire? Que dice la vieja ceniza cuando camina junto al fuego?

Each morning, each turbid morning of your lives you will have it steaming and burning at your tables: so as not to see it, not to digest it so many times: you will push it aside a bit between the bread and the grapes, this bowl of silent blood that will be there each morning, each morning. A

From one hell to another, what difference? In the howling of your legions, in the holy milk of the mothers of Spain, in the milk and the bosoms trampled along the roads, there is one more village, one more silence, a broken door. Here

De tanto amor mi vida se tiñó de violeta y fui de rumbo en rumbo como las aves ciegas hasta llegar a tu ventana, amiga mía: tú sentiste un rumor de corazón quebrado y allí de las tinieblas me levanté a tu pecho, sin ser y sin saber fui a la torre de trigo, surgí para vivir entre tus manos, me levanté del mar a tu alegría.

Podrán cortar todas las flores, pero no podrán detener la primavera. (You can cut all the flowers, but you cannot delay springtime.)

Huye. Aléjate. Extínguete. Mi alma debe estar sola. Debe crucificarse, hacerse astillas, rodar, verterse, contaminarse sola, abierta a la marea de los llantos, ardiendo en el ciclón de las furias, erguida entre los cerros y los pájaros, aniquilarse, exterminarse sola, abandonada y única como un faro de espanto.

Tira-me o pão, se quiseres, tira-me o ar, mas não me tires o teu riso.

We must sit on the rim of the well of darkness and fish for fallen light with patience.