Quotes About Resilience

Remain true to yourself—and to your heart. Be courageous and remember, even the blackest night must end in dawn.

Yes my Lalita, coming at last into your own, I am praying for you. O spices, o all the forces of the world, do not let her give up. Daughter, the birth passage is always narrow, suffocating. But that first free gulp of air filling the lungs, ah. I pray it for you.

wait for a man to avenge your honor, and you'll wait forever.

Now that she no longer cares whether tears blotch her letter, she feels no need to weep.

My fault my fault. A refrain so many women the world over have been taught to sing.

Grief has pulled her out further than she thought she could go. To the edge of what it is possible to bear, of what's habitable, and then further again.

My mom won't let anyone treat me like a little princess.

The essence of warriorship, or the essence of human bravery, is refusing to give up on anyone or anything.

The ideal of warriorship is that the warrior should be sad and tender, and because of that, the warrior can be very brave as well.

Real fearlessness is the product of tenderness. It comes from letting the world tickle your heart, your raw and beautiful heart. You are willing to open up, without resistance or shyness, and face the world. You are willing to share your heart with others.

Pain is the best instructor, but no one wants to go to his class.

In the old country my mother planted flowers in the face of my father's disdain. In every garden, in every house, no matter how long we lived there. I think it was the war, the Blitz in England, that took all the flowers. I think it was for the love she couldn't show him. I think it was for me. To show me that only the unspeakable remains.

Every day is a careful balance fought between the despondency that threatens to swamp me and the incredible joy of living.

I think that my art, my poetry, prose and music come from these cracks in my being, these ley lines where spirit is said to reside. I have come out of the horror of that experience having lost my faith in the inherent goodness of humanity, yet curiously appreciating even more the effort it takes to be good.

I shall not weep for any of them, nor regret their fate, nor shake one feather in sympathy.

She might do what the mortals did, and strain to convince herself that the death of her Boy and the loss of her husband had happened for some reason, that some restitution would be made for her, that she would be paid for her suffering with a truer and more tolerable understanding of the world, but she didn't think she had the muscles for it.

Nobody cirlces the wagons like the Buffalo Bills.

Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival." — Winston Churchill

We may talk a good game and write even better ones, but we never outgrow those small wounded things we were when we were five and six and seven.

My mother used to talk about passages and, once in a while, about ordeals. We all have them; we are all shaped by them. She thought the key was to find the healing in the hurt.

And when something wasn't working, you changed it. Breakdowns lead to breakthroughs.

Remember that if what you're fighting for matters, the obstacles don't.

Our failures should not define us, but rather they should refine us.

if the wrong people are not criticizing you, then you may not be doing the right things!