Quotes About Resilience

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

I know that the smallest, most inconsequential things can set me off: a well-meaning friend or family member who says, "Come on, just this once." Off-limit foods served at special occasions like birthday parties, weddings, and holidays. A perceived insult, a bad day, or lousy weather. If there has been an excuse to eat, I have used it to always find my way to food—and the price I paid was staying fat. Those days are over.

There's a young girl in me who refuses to die.

Vil du afværge volden, må du elske dig selv så højt, at du ikke vil finde dig i den. (slutningen af ove Ditlevsens digt "Elsk dig selv")

Aikuisten lapsuus roikkuu repaleisena ja puhkottuna heidän sisimmässään kuin käytetty ja koinsyömä matto jota kukaan ei ajattele eikä tarvitse. Heistä ei näe että heillä on ollut lapsuus, eikä heiltä uskalla kysyä miten he käyttäytyivät päästäkseen sen läpi ilman että se jätti heidän kasvoihinsa syviä arpia ja jälkiä.

Het is lastig om jezelf te blijven als de dingen om je heen constant van vorm veranderen.

Below his tired eyes there were deep smoke-colored shadows, and two wrinkles ran down his cheeks as if they were tracks made by tears.

I carried the cups out to the kitchen, and inside of me long, mysterious words began to crawl across my soul like a protective membrane. A song, a poem, something soothing and rhythmic and immensely pensive, but never distressing or sad, as I knew the rest of my day would be distressing and sad. When these light waves of words streamed through me, I knew that my mother couldn't do anything else to me because she had stopped being important to me.

It was enough for me anyway to write the poems; there was no hurry to show them to a world that so far had only laughed and scorned them.

There are empty spaces that must be respected – those often long periods when a person can't see the pictures or find the words and needs to be left alone.

Ajatella, jos ei koskaan voisi tulla iloiseksi tai pettyä, mietti isä veneen kiitäessä läpi myrskyn. Ei koskaan voisi pitää kenestäkään, eikä suuttua eikä antaa anteeksi. Ei koskaan voisi nukkua eikä palella, ei koskaan erehtyä, ei tuntea vatsakipua eikä toipua siitä, ei viettää syntymäpäivää, ei juoda olutta eikä tuntea pahaa omaatuntoa...

It's a funny thing about bogs. You can fill them with rocks and sand and old logs and make a little fenced-in yard on top with a woodpile and chopping block - but bogs go right on behaving like bogs. Early in the spring they breathe ice and make their own mist, in remembrance of the time when they had black water and their own sedge blossoming untouched.

Only farmers and summer guests walk on the moss. What they don't know - and it cannot be repeated too often - is that moss is terribly frail. Step on it once and it rises the next time it rains. The second time, it doesn't rise back up. And the third time you step on moss, it dies.

I've been doing everything for an awfully long time, and I've seen and lived as hard as I could, and it's been unbelievable, I tell you, unbelievable. But now I have the feeling everything's gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it!'. [pp. 84-85]

Oh, dear me!" he lamented. "The raft has floated off and I suppose it's gone down that awful hole by now." "Well, never mind. We're not on it," said Snufkin gaily. "What's a kettle here or there when you're out looking for a comet!

For if you're not afraid how can you really be brave?

I know I do everything. I've been doing everything for an awfully long time, and I've seen and lived as hard as I could, and it's been unbelievable, I tell you, unbelievable. But now I have the feeling everything is gliding away from me, and I don't remember, and I don't care, and yet now is right when I need it.

Before she left, she said, "Just remember one thing: Going along with something doesn't mean you give in to it.[...]

I, who see the end of the world every day, and still I'm going on putting my clothes, and taking them off again, and eating and washing-uo the dishes and receiving visits, just as if nothing ever happened!

No one can depict desolation who hasn't inhabited desolation and observed it very closely. Things condemned have a terrible beauty.

Hennes egen storm var alltid den hemskaste.

It's funny about love, the more you love someone, the less he likes you back. And so, what do you do? You go on loving, you love harder and harder.

You believe it's cold, but if you build yourself a snowhouse it's warm. You think it's white, but at times it looks pink, and another time it's blue. It can be softer than anything, and then again harder than stone. Nothing is certain.

In my opinion, one should always make the most out of an awful situation