Quotes About Resilience

My father used to say that opression isn't a finite state. It's a weight that is carried until it becomes too heavy, and then it is thrown off. Not without struggle, not without pain, but he believed the weight would always, always be fought and overcome.

oppression isn't a finite state. It's a weight that is carried until it becomes too heavy, and then it is thrown off.

Tienes que ser tan dura como esta cárcel, como la piedra y el océano que te encierran en ella. Estás hecha de ladrillo y alambrada. Estás hecha de hierro.

Nothing seems to fit anymore. I can't be Aristos, but I don't think I'm Aris either. I don't know who I am." She was lost. Dianthe grabbed her knee. "You are a woman who gave up everything to defend her dominion. You are a flyer." Aris

Some folks call her a runaway. A failure in the race. But she knows where her ticket takes her. She will find her place in the sun

I slowed my pace. Years of hauling water, wringing out clothes, scrubbing floors, emptying chamber pots, with no chance of beauty or color or light in my life, stretched before me like a landscape of flat land where, a long way off, the sea is visible but can never be reached.

I really don't want to have to put your heart back together again a second time." His gaze was direct, his eyes locked on hers. "Stop breaking it, then," he replied softly. The

To survive is to exist in spite of adversity.

Life does not turn out the way it "should." Nor does life turn out the way it "shouldn't." Life turns out the way it does.

There was a triumph in patience that no temporary application of force could conquer.

I can't say this often enough: a baby who has been traumatized by abandonment often has more severe sleep problems at this age, and solutions take longer. With tough cases I bring in a blow-up bed and sleep in the child's room at least for the first night.

Once upon a time, a woman told this to her daughter: Save yourself. The girl didn't think to ask for what? She looked into her mother's face and answered Yes. Years later, alone in the room where she lives The daughter listens to the life she's been saved from: Evening patter. Summer laughter. Young bodies Racing into the unmitigated happiness of danger.

Look, I want to say, The worst thing you can imagine has already Zipped up its coat and is heading back Up the road to wherever it came from.

It used to be, you'd open your mouth And the weather changed. You'd Open your mouth and the sky'd spill That dry, missing-someone kind of rain No matter the season. And it hurt Like a guitar hurts under the right hands. Like a good strong spell. Now You're all song. Body gone to memory. And guess what? It hurts Harder.

And what would we do, you and I, if we could know for sure That someone was there squinting through the dust, Saying nothing is lost, that everything lives on waiting only To be wanted back badly enough?

Just like the life In which I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands Even if it burns.

Sometimes, small minds seem to take the day. Election fraud. A migratory plague. Less and less surprises us as odd.

the life In which I'm forever a child looking out my window at the night sky Thinking one day I'll touch the world with bare hands Even if it burns.

What does living do to any of us?

Who can say the word love When everything--everything--pushes back with the promise To grind itself to dust?

I am you, one day out of five, Tired, empty, hating what I carry But afraid to lay it down, stingy, Angry, doing violence to others By the sheer freight of my gloom, Halfway home, wanting to stop, to quit But keeping going mostly out of spite.

You may not see the ocean, but right now we are in the middle of the ocean, and we have to keep swimming.

In order to go on with our lives, we are always capable of making the ominous into the merely strange.

Time wounds all heals.