Quotes About Resilience

So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason—to find some shred of meaning even in the worst experiences?

Despite the landlord's disapproval, the sweltering heat, the gloomy rooms, and the cacophony of strange noises, so unfamiliar to my country ears, I felt another swell of hope.

The night of the fire, the night they took me in, I could hear Mrs. Schatzman in her bedroom, fretting with her husband about what to do with me. "I didn't ask for this," she hissed, the words as distinct to my ears as if she'd been in the same room. "Those Irish! Too many children in too small a space. The only surprise is that this kind of thing doesn't happen more.

It was time to let go. She was no longer an angry child. She didn't want to carry that burning coal around anymore; she was ready to be rid of it. Yes, her mother had been selfish and irresponsible; yes, she sent her out onto the streets to steal and turned her back when she was caught. She also taught her the skills that would save her. The guard, heartless bastard, was right: Hazel was only hurting herself.

Test your limits. Learn what you can endure. I am doing that. As

Es como si hubiera estado en la cuerda floja, tratando de mantener el equilibrio, y ahora, por primera vez, pisara terreno firme.

I try to forget the horror of what happened. Or—perhaps forget is the wrong word. How can I forget? And yet how can I move forward even a step without tamping down the despair I feel? When I close my eyes, I hear Maisie's cries and Mam's screams, smell the acrid smoke that must have started from that pile of newspapers, feel the heat of the fire on my skin, and heave upright on my pallet in the Schatzmans' parlor, soaked in a cold sweat.

It's the quiet ones who suffer most.

I could either wait it out or pack my bags, but I could't force a confrontation with a man who refused to be confronted. So I did what a lot of women do: I kept my head in the sand. And I waited for winter to be over.

you can be pinpricked to death,' said Marta. 'I think the Chinese have a torture along those lines.

Perhaps Anita Loos had been right when she wrote that family life was only fit for those who could stand it.

Way beyond the calls for equal pay, self-sovereignty, choice, politi­cal, legal and educational equality, as woman we each need to search our souls, grieve the enormity of what has befallen us, then find new ways to step outside the shame, to channel the outrage into outlets for progress. We need to cease identification with our oppressors so that we may lift up other women and learn the powerful word that means "no.

Mother took the big saw from me and walked over to the orange tree which stood at one end of the totally mutilated rose garden. It was a mature tree standing maybe eight feet tall, producing lots of oranges. It was covered with fruit. The nurse, the cook, and I stood at a kind of breathless attention watching her as she began to saw the trunk of the orange tree! Finally we heard a cracking, splintering sound and the orange tree toppled over into the stubby remains of the rose garden.

If you cannot see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.

If ye canna see the bright side o' life, polish the dull side

the pain of the constant, bone-chilling loneliness she'd accustomed herself to. And learned to live with it.

There is an old Chinese saying, "Write your sorrows in sand and etch your joys in stone.

God strengthen me to bear myself;That heaviest weight of all to bear,Inalienable weight of care.

Around the world, a woman's body is still very much a battlefield and hundreds of thousands of women bear the invisible wounds of war.

You can't put a Band-Aid on every boo-boo you've made some just need time to heal...

As long as we can tell stories about our ability to survive, the more we will hope, not self-destruct.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of thoughts that I once had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns.