Quotes About Resilience

He pushed her nails away from his eyes, accepting her bites as if they were no part of him. He pulled the cloth away from her throat, gripped it. Her screaming stopped. Her eyes started tears, died, grew big. She knew there was death, but life called her, sweet life, all the sweetness of youth, not yet gone. Dwight, the baronet, years of triumph, crying, dying.

Mi ci vorrebbe un po' più di gentilezza ora che respiro ancora, ecco cosa.»

Poverty can be endured if it is endured with pride.

But when his mother died, even while he was crying, something within him had risen up, a barrier to shield off his weakness and tenderness and frailty. He had thought, All right, then, I've lost her and I'm alone. All right then. The adult impulse followed the childish.

Perhaps one aspect of arrogance lies in not being willing to accept what life sometimes expects one to accept.

It is hard to explain, for 'tis more than a gap. Or it has been with us. There is a change. Nothing hasn't been the same since. Those who are left are different people trying to live the same lives.

una debole amarezza screziata di orgoglio avvizzito. [...]

sigh, for her returning life was a tonic to his soul. 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. That did not mean that she did not feel Julia's death as deeply and as bitterly, but he saw that she would recover first.

As would be the case all through her life, she had a store of nervous energy, unavailable at ordinary times but able to serve her in sudden need. It was a fundamental reserve that a stronger person might never know.

I am a miner's daughter, Demelza said. I was not brought up gentle. Gentleness –is that the right word?– came upon me when I was half grown. I have Ross to thank for that. And you. But it don't alter me underneath. I still have two marks on my back where Father used the belt. There's naught a few drunks could do but what I couldn't give them back. Tis all a matter of being in the mood.

Let me say this: being an idiot is no box of chocolates. People laugh, lose patience, treat you shabby. Now they say folks supposed to be kind to the afflicted, but let me tell you this - it ain't always that way. Even so, I got no complaints, cause I reckon I done live a pretty interesting life, so to speak.

If your gonna screw up, do it while you're young. Older you get, the harder it is to bounce back.

I found the head nurse and asked her, and she said Dan has been flown back to America on account of they can take better care of him there. I asked her if he is okay, and she said, 'Yeah, if you can call two punctured lungs, a severed intestine, spinal separation, a missing foot, a truncated leg, and third degree burns over half the body okay, then he is just fine. I thanked her, and went on my way.

It commenced raining one day and did not stop for two months. We went through ever different kind of rain they is, cep'n maybe sleet or hail. It was little tiny stinging rain sometimes, an big ole fat rain at others. It came sidewise an straight down an sometimes even seem to stand up from the ground. Nevertheless, we was expected to do our shit, which was mainly walking upland down the hills an stuff looking for gooks.

You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.

When there is no enemy within, the enemies outside cannot hurt you.

The truth is incontrovertible. Malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end, there it is.

We are still masters of our fate. We are still captains of our souls.

If Hitler invaded hell I would make at least a favorable reference to the devil in the House of Commons.

Always remember, that I have taken more out of alcohol than alcohol has taken out of me.

How fortunate it was for the world that when these great trials came upon it there was a generation that terror could not conquer and brutal violence could not enslave.

Although prepared for martyrdom, I prefer that it be postponed.

The game of life does not proceed like a mathematical calculation on the principle that two and two make four. Sometimes they make five, or minus four, and sometimes the blackboard topples over in the middle of the sum and the pedagogue is left with a black eye.

Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without vicory there is no survival.