Quotes About Resilience

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A person who has not made peace with his losses is likely to accept gambles that would be unacceptable to him otherwise.

The only question now is: How much can I hang on to?

What an incredible thing! How much less they had than other human beings. Mentally retarded, deaf, mute - and still eagerly sanding benches.

Is life worth living in the jaws of society's trash can for misfit minds? What can I possibly achieve or contribute to mankind in this steel and concrete box with a damn loud laughing wall that moves? Just give up?

I wanted to get up and show everyone what a fool he was, to shout at him: I'm a human being, a person - with parents and memories and a history - and I was before you wheeled me into that operating room!

I was on a down escalator now. If I stood still I'd go all the way to the bottom, but if I started to run up maybe I could at least stay in the same place. The important thing was to keep moving upward no matter what happened.

Ch?ng có ai là ng??i thá»±c sá»± b?t ??u má»™t cái má»›i c? [...]. Ai cÅ©ng ??ng lên t? th?t b?i c?a ng??i khác.

Rasa benci tidak mungkin sepenuhnya dibersihkan. Itulah hal yang harus kita terima, agar tetap punya sifat kuat dan agresif.

when Norma flowered in our garden I became a weed, allowed to exist only where I would not be seen, in corners and dark places.

Eu estava em uma escada rolante para baixo agora. Se eu ficasse parado, iria direto pra baixo, mas, se eu começasse a subir a escada, talvez conseguisse ao menos ficar no mesmo lugar. O importante era seguir me movendo pra cima independentemente do que acontecesse.

But this was the counterweight, the act of binding and holding. As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other's hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

man walking on stilts among giants

I pray God it is the answer I want, but if not I will accept any answer at all and try to be grateful for what I had.

Dovevo combattere? Dargliela vinta? Soccombere al terzo mondo per sfuggire alle tragiche realtà che sono al di là della mia porta di acciaio? Ma vale la pena di vivere inghiottiti dal bidone della spazzatura che la società riserva alle menti disadattate?

Sappiamo che un mondo senza dolore è un mondo senza sentimento... ma un mondo senza sentimento è un mondo senza dolore.

um homem caminhando em pernas de pau entre gigantes [...]

The greatest discovery any alien anthropologist could make about our culture is our overriding response to failure: If it didn't work last year, do it AGAIN this year (and if possible do it MORE)

A castaway in the sea was going down for the third time when he caught sight of a passing ship. Gathering his last strength, he waved frantically and called for help. Someone on board peered at him scornfully and shouted back, Get a boat!

If you can't discover what's keeping you in, the will to get out soon becomes confused and ineffectual - Ishmael

Diversity is a survival factor for the community itself. A community of a hundred million species can survive almost anything short of a global catastrophe.

The community of life that we see here at any given time isn't just a random collection. It's a collection of successes. It's the remainder that is left over when the failures have disappeared.

So I looked. Silly as it sounds now, I looked. By comparison, going after the Grail would have made more sense. I won't talk about it, it's too embarrassing. I looked until I wised up. I stopped making a fool of myself, but something died inside of me - something that I'd always sort of liked and admired. In its place grew a scar - a tough spot but also a sore spot.