Quotes About Resilience

Don't mourn me. Be joyful.

What I did, I did on my own. Don't mourn me. Be joyful.

Some say that Weesaceechak left this continent when the white man came. We believe she/he is still here among us - albeit a little the worse for ear and tear - having assumed other guises. Without the continued presence of this extraordinary figure, the core of Indian culture would be gone forever.

There were many bloody period in human history, many of them occurring right here in North America.

Look. What use is there pretending to be what you are not? You and me and your little brother, we're the only three Indians in a school filled with two thousand white middle-class kids. We can't let them walk all over us.

Them little ol' priests, the things they did? Pooh! No wonder us Indian folk are all the shits.

Take away the miseries and you take away some folks' reason for living.

But she would not break her discipline to comfort herself in a shallow way. Would no more break discipline with her Self than she would her covenant with God.

Maybe Ã¢â'¬Â¦ an old story passed down on Mai's maternal side huddled together in the internment camps of '42, keeping themselves alive with the stories. But keeping separate even then, even there, the threads of the Japanese, Chinese, Filipino elders. Stories keeping the people in the camps alive while the bill in Congress to sterilize the women of the camps got voted down by one vote, one vote. And then the silence. A whole generation silent

For people sometimes believed that it was safer to live with complaints, was necessary to cooperate with grief, was all right to become an accomplice in self-ambush... Take heart to flat out decide to be well and stride into the future sane and whole.

Cause love won't let you let'm go." "But they want to go, that's the hurting part." "Like you tole the lap sitter this morning, Min, when you hurt, hurt. But when you see the chirren calling down thunder and going up in flames, Min. Why then you snatch you a blanket

She wasn't meant for these scenes, wasn't meant to be sitting up there in the Southwest Community Infirmary with her ass out, in the middle of the day, and strangers cluttering up the treatment room, ogling her in her misery. She wasn't meant for any of it. But then M'Dear Sophie always said, "Find meaning where you're put, Vee." So she exhaled deeply and tried to relax and stick it out and pay attention.

Take away the miseries and you take away some folks' reason for living. Their conversation piece anyway.

Antoinette, tu vas sûrement trouver que la vie est injuste, comme tu as déjà pu t'en rendre compte. Les gens vont t'accuser, ils l'ont d'ailleurs déjà fait. Mais écoute-moi bien. J'ai lu les rapports de police. J'ai vu ton dossier médical. Je sais exactement ce que tu as subi, et je t'assure que rien de tout cela n'est de ta faute. Tu n'as pas à avoir honte.

A dog that has been beaten for years will die if it is thrown out in the street to fend for itself. It will cringe in corners, not trusting a soul but always hoping for some kindness. The one emotion it will not feel is relief at its freedom.

a day without a disaster would be a day in someone else's life. - Bobbie Faye

Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.

You wanna fly, you got to give up the shit that weighs you down.

Make up a story... For our sake and yours forget your name in the street; tell us what the world has been to you in the dark places and in the light. Don't tell us what to believe, what to fear. Show us belief's wide skirt and the stitch that unravels fear's caul.

I begin to realize that it's little things like this--snarled traffic, a phone call, rain, some new job, whatever it is--that make all the difference about whether things go good or bad. You tiptoe around stuff or you kick it away or you crush it, but whatever is going to happen happens anyway because of stuff you can't control.

You took nothing from me.

If there's one thing I've learned, it's that life is one crushing defeat after another until you just wish Kinnock was dead.

I pledge no fudge of compromise', said Arthur Scargill, 'and no carrots of redundancy'. That would make a nice epitaph for him. 'He pledged no fudge'.

Howay yabastaaz I'll t-t-take the f-f-fuckin lorrayaz! Am fuckin al reet me man. Why aye!