Quotes About Resilience

He wasn't there to save her. She must know how to save herself.

I am convinced there's a gramma gene that disables the word "no.

Fuck them, darling, if they just don't get it," retorted Freddie.

won't be easy to get to," he muttered, his own voice stark against the silence. "Not easy at all." The man lived in a fortress of

cried. She had at last been releasing those closed-up boxes of dark emotion that he suspected had been building in her head for a very long time. She'd needed to let them go. The catalyst for the final emotional meltdown had been a poor pup someone had left on her front porch; he suspected she'd been ready to break anyway. He was just glad he had been here when she did. "Dean?" she murmured, not even

My dad died when I was three so my mom had to raise four kids on her own, and I think there's a part of me that pulls upon having watched my mom do that our whole lives. She had to make it work.

Always there are walls, Rachael, she persisted. Walls that block our path. Too high, too hard. We stop to rest, to gather strength, and before we know it we have lived whole lives in their shade. In time, we cease to even see them there, casting their long shadows, blocking our path. We cease to yearn for the other side.

His spirits were too elastic to know the meaning of depression, and the setback had intriguing angles to it which he was broad-minded enough to appreciate as an artist.

Everybody's scared, but if you don't let your fears stop you, that's bravery.

It's a beauty one isn't born with, but must fight to construct at great sacrifice.

Ed," I said, "I really fucked up this time" "Nah," she reassured me, "you just got a little more growing up to do." "I don't know if i can do it," I told her. My friend laughed. "You got no choice.

I'm not saying we'll live to see some sort of paradise. But just fighting for change makes you stronger. Not hoping for anything will kill you for sure.

I stared far back into my past and remembered the child who couldn't be catalogued by Sears. I saw her standing in front of her own mirror, in her father's suit, asking me if I was the person she would grow up to become. Yes, I answered her. And I thought how brave she was to have begun this journey, to have withstood the towering judgments.

As she climbed down from the stage, I thought: This is what courage is. It's not just living through the nightmare, it's doing something with it afterward. It's being brave enough to talk about it to other people. It's trying to organize to change things.

I could see the sadness in Jan's smile. "You've been through a lot. There's some age you can't count by years. You know how they cut a slice from a tree and count the rings? You got a lot of rings inside that trunk of yours. You know what? I think it's time I stopped calling you kid. You stopped being a kid a long time ago.

Maybe that was the lesson I tried to teach myself with each repetition—that power is something qualitatively more than strength. And that the world was wrong about me. I had a right to live.

Everyone was glaring at them. The pressure just popped those two women out the door like corks. I wanted to run out after them and beg them to take me with them. And all the while I was thinking, Oh shit, that's gonna be me." Angie shook her head. "It's tough when you see it coming, ain't it?" "Yeah," I said, "it's like driving on a single-lane highway and seeing an eighteen-wheeler heading right for you.

When my mother discovered she was pregnant with me, she told my dad she didn't want to be tied down with a kid. My father insisted she'd be happy once she had the baby. Nature would see to that. My mother had me to prove him wrong.

Really?" No one had told me that before. I'd suspected I'd always been a little cynical. "What happened to me?" I pondered. Edna laughed. "Oh, you'll be happy again. You've had a rough couple of years is all. You're just coming into your own. It takes a while. I remember being your age.

When you're feeling your worst, that's when you get to know yourself the best.

An optimistic gardener is one who believes that whatever goes down must come up.

Whatever we did see and endure in those stairs, we were the lucky ones. For some, there were no stairs and no exit at all.

I believe in the sun even when it is not shining. I believe in love even when I'm not feeling it. I believe in God even when he is silent. —AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Leslie Hulet Stahl