Quotes About Resilience

Ay, when fowls have no feathers and fish have no fin.

What man I dare, I dare. Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear, the armed rhinoceros, or th' Hyrcan tiger; Take any shape but that, and my firm nerves shall never tremble.

True it is that we have seen better days.

Fight till the last gasp.

Now, good sir, what are you? EDGAR A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity.

And the poor beetle, that we tread upon, In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies.

Of your philosophy you make no use, If you give place to accidental evils.

My desolation does begin to make a better life.

I am one, my liege, Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world Have so incensed that I am reckless what I do to spite the world.

Since mine own doors refuse to entertain me, I'll knock elsewhere, to see if they'll disdain me

No, my heart is turn'd to stone: I strike it, and it hurts my hand.

Lady Macduff: [To her son] Sirrah, your father's dead: And What will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds do, mother. Lady Macduff: What, with worms and flies? Son: With what I get, I mean. and so do they

Things bad begun make strong themselves by ill. So, prithee, go with me.

pero perseverar en obstinado desconsuelo es una conducta de impía terquedad; es un pesar indigno del hombre; muestra una voluntad rebelde al Cielo, un corazón débil, un alma sin resignación, una inteligencia limitada e inculta.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Laughing Faces Do Not Mean That There Is Absence Of Sorrow! But It Means That They Have The Ability To Deal With It

The pleasing punishment that women bare....

But I am bound upon a wheel of fire, that mine own tears do scald like moulten lead.

Call it not patience, Gaunt; it is despair:

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

For gnarling sorrow hath less power to bite the man that mocks at it and sets it light.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

The worst is not, so long as we can say, This is the worst.

Patience perforce with willful choler meeting/Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting./I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,/Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.