Quotes About Resilience

When we face with a steady eye the difficulties which lie before us, we may derive new confidence from remembering those we have already overcome.

Success is not final, failure is not fatal

I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: Victory. Victory at all costs—Victory in spite of all terror—Victory, however long and hard the road may be, for without victory there is no survival. But I take my task with buoyancy and hope. Come, then, let us go forward with our united strenght.

Man will occasionally stumble upon the truth but most times he will pick himself up and continue on.

Do not let us speak of darker days; let us speak rather of sterner days. These are not dark days: these are great days-- the greatest days our country has ever lived; and we must all thank God that we have been allowed, each of us according to our stations, to play a part in making these days memorable in the history of our race.

Thus far then have we travelled along the terrible road we chose at the call of duty. The mood of Britain is wisely and rightly averse from every form of shallow or premature exultation. This is no time for boasts or glowing prophecies, but there is this: A year ago our position looked forlorn, and well nigh desperate to all eyes but our own. To-day we may say aloud before an awe-struck world: 'We are still masters of our fate. We are still captain of our souls.

In war as in life, it is often necessary when some cherished scheme has failed, to take up the best alternative open, and if so, it is folly not to work for it with all your might.

What kind of people do they think we are? Is it possible they do not realize that we shall never cease to persevere against them until they have been taught a lesson which they and the world will never forget?

When men are fighting for their lives they are not often disposed to be complimentary to those who are trying to kill them.

when you're going through hell, keep going.

Once in a while we will stumble upon the truth, but most of us manage to pick ourselves up and hurry along as if nothing happened.

Sometimes our best isn't good enough. SOmetimes we must do what is required

If your going through hell, keep going.

Never, never, never give up.

In the depths of horror and despair, one comes to a new steadiness. There is no farther to fall.

Whatever she suffered, whatever loss came to her, she would throw it off, for it was not in her nature to go under. Although she was the woman and he a fierce and sometimes arrogant man, hers was the stronger nature because the more pliant.

I think you must have your feelings under a very good control. You turn them about and face them the way you want them to be. I wish I could do that. What's the secret?

The most frightening blazing anger was alive in her now. It was not only Elizabeth that she could have killed but Ross. She could have thrown every piece of crockery at him, and knives and forks too. Indeed she could have attacked him knife in hand. Fundamentally there was nothing meek or mild about her. She was a fighter, and it showed now.

Ill usage makes the sweetest of us vicious.

Everything at the moment, my dear, no doubt seems disgusting. I know the mood too well. But being in that mood, Ross, is like being out in the frost. If we do not keep on the move we shall perish.

Ross said: "I'll tell you what is best for the other man, always, and that's work. Work is a challenge. I've told you – I tried to drink myself out of my misery once. It didn't succeed. Only work did. It's the solvent to so much. Build yourself a wall, even if there's hell in your heart, and when it's done – even at the end of the first day – you feel better.

we can't alter the world, we can only adapt ourselves to it.

How old are you?" "Thirteen…sur." It was the first time she had sirred him. He might have known that these undersized, half-starved waifs were always older than they looked.

Demelza was beginning to feel like a lion tamer who has been putting his pets through their paces and finds them getting out of hand.