Quotes About Resilience

What turns to stone is inside you.

One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and straight. Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

She kept saying that the flood was God's will and we had to submit to it. But I didn't see things that way. Submitting seemed to me a lot like giving up. If God gave us the strength to bail—the gumption to try to save ourselves—isn't that what he wanted us to do?

The barn was dark from the storm, and we couldn't find the harness, which no one had used in years. Old Jake, who had sprained his good foot falling off a horse and was hobbling around worse than ever, started getting panicky at the idea of the dam giving out and washing away the cattle, but I told him to hush his mouth. We all knew what was at stake, and if we were going to save the ranch, we needed clear heads.

You busted your snot locker pretty good.

Job, chapter fourteen, verse seven," Aunt Al said. " Ã¢â'¬ËœFor there is hope for a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that its tender shoots will not cease.' 

It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

My favorite books all involved people dealing with hardships.

Most important thing in life," he would say, "is learning how to fall." *

You know you're down and out when the Okies laugh at you.

The scar meant that I was stronger than what had tried to hurt me.

Don´t be afraid of your dark places, Mom told her. If you can shine a light on them, you´ll find treasure there

Mom waved at the crowd. "You know you're down and out when Okies laugh at you," she said. With our garbage-bag-taped window, our roped-down hood, and the art supplies tied to the roof, we'd out-Okied the Okies. The thought gave her a fit of the giggles.

One of the ways to discover our toughness and resiliency is to look back at where we come from. (from Amazon description)

Jeannette Walls

Jeannette Walls

months pregnant. Dad, who had fixed

Any little girl whose mama disappears will always have a hole in her heart that nothing will ever completely fill.

What Dad didn't understand was that no matter how much he hated or feared the future, it was coming, and there was only one way to deal with it: by climbing aboard.

You have a mighty high opinion of yourself, I told him. The fact is, you don't love me, and you haven't destroyed me. You don't have what it takes to do that

I feel very tired. Is that all people will ever think when they see Aunt Faye? People who've never gone without find it easy to pass judgment on those who've struggled.

Mom frowned at me. "You'd be destroying what makes it special," she said. "It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.

Mom always said people worried too much about their children. Suffering when you're young is good for you, she said. It immunized your body and your soul, and that was why she ignored us kids when we cried. Fussing over children who cry only encourages them, she told us. That's positive reinforcement for negative behavior.

That was the thing to remember about all monsters, Dad said: They love to frighten people, but the minute you stare them down, they turn tail and run.