Quotes About Resilience

I dried my tears, and armed my fears With ten-thousand shields and spears

Mock on, Mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau; Mock on, Mock on, 'tis all in vain. You throw the sand against the wind, And the wind blows it back again. And every sand becomes a Gem Reflected in the beams divine; Blown back, they blind the mocking Eye, But still in Israel's paths they shine. The Atoms of Democritus And Newton's Particles of light Are sands upon the Red sea shore Where Israel's tents do shine so bright.

Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.

Roses are planted where thorns grow, and on the barren heath sing the honey bees.

It was like picking a scab off a sore; he actually wanted scar tissue - it would be quite wrong to try and forget, to blank it all out. Every fraught memory that lurked here had played its role: everything he was today was an indirect result of the life he had led then. It confirmed the rightness of every step he had taken.

Take a look at anyone's life. Take a look at your own. In the long fold catastrophe that makes up your three-score years and ten you will encounter many cusp catastrophes along the way.

From time to time Eva would venture on deck to gaze at the grey sky,the grey turbulent water and the grey ships with their belching smoke stacks butting and smashing onward through the waves and jagged swells - disappearing in explosions of wintry spume from time to time - gamely making for the British Isles

What did Shakespeare say? When sorrows come, they come not as single spies – " "— But in battalions.

When sorrows come, they come not as single spies – " "— But in battalions.

What cannot be avoided, must be welcomed.

Isn't this how life turns out, more often than not? It refuses to conform to your needs – the narrative needs that you feel are essential to give rough shape to your time on this earth.

It has been my philosophy of life that difficulties vanish when faced boldly." Isaac Asimov

When the going gets tough, the tough gets going.

calmed down after a few seconds and went meekly back to KT-99 for a consoling dram of Glen Fleshan. My hands were trembling

It amazes me what compromises we happily live with. We limp along, patching up, improvising.

Life might be cheap on Terra ... but living wasn't.

The Hurricane The tree lay down on the garage roof and stretched, You have your heaven, it said, go to it.

Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.

Everyone in this life is defeated but a man, if he be a man, is not defeated.

No defeat is made up entirely of defeat—since the world it opens is always a place formerly unsuspected. A world lost, a world unsuspected beckons to new places and no whiteness (lost) is so white as the memory of whiteness .

Our dreams have been assaulted by a memory that will not sleep

the sky goes out if you should fail.

age and learn to breathe again

he sees squirming roots trampled under the foliage of his mind by the holiday crowds as by the feet of the straining minister. From his eyes sparrows start and sing. His ears are toadstools, his fingers have begun to sprout leaves (his voice is drowned under the falls) . Poet, poet! sing your song, quickly! or not insects but pulpy weeds will blot out your kind.