Quotes About Resilience

Life is made up of danger and heartbreak, I laugh in the face of both!

Thomas Jefferson, on the other hand, was feeling the effects of time. "Here a pivot, there a wheel, now a pinion, next a spring will give way," Jefferson grumbled in a note to Adams. He could no longer walk very far, although he tried to ride two or three hours a day.

I looked at my father and looked at those dry fields [in Malawi]. It was the future I couldn't accept.

But after awhile you stand up, wipe the frost out of your ear, go someplace to get warm, bum a nickel for coffee, and then start walkin' toward somewheres else that ain't near no bridge.

Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate.

He would not chance arrest by crawling into a corner of one of the old houses on Lower Broadway where the cops swept through periodically with their mindless net. What difference did it make whether four or six or eight lost men slept under a roof and out of the wind in a house with broken stairs and holes in the floors you could fall through to death, a house that for five or maybe ten years had been inhabited only by pigeons? What difference?

Buck, the heart is a rubber ball. No matter how hard it's crushed, it bounces back.

Everything that's been done to us we carry forever.

Cork wished there were a forecast for his spirit. He felt the dark and the cold penetrating deep in him. He wondered when there would be warmth again, when there would be light.

He knew there was no magic to wipe clean the slate of memory. You just learned how to move on.

Closing her eyes, she began to let herself dream. Not sleep dreaming, but dreaming of how her life might be. It was a thing she didn't often do. In her experience, good things came with great difficulty and were too easily snatched away. She'd longo ago learned to accept what she had at any given moment and try to be happy with only that. She could think about the furniture, plan even, but not expect. It was the expectation that was the trap.

I think we just keep going on. We keep doing what we always do and someday it'll feel right again.

I'm tired of feeling mad. I'm tired of feeling sad. . . I just want things to be okay again.

You are the light. The darkness will always try to snuff you out.

What comes, comes, why bark?

There will be courage in this story and cowardice. There will be love and betrayal. And, of course, there will be hope. In the end, isn't that what every good story is about?

It was a feeling that should have been familiar to us by then, but does anyone ever get used to having their heart broken?

that nobody's born mean. Life warps you in terrible ways.

It's not a question anymore of fishing," Sam spoke up. "It's a question of what's right, Cork. We've bent like reeds in a river for generations, bent so far over we've just about forgot how to stand up straight. Look at us now. None of us has ever been so proud of being a Shinnob.

I have a good feeling about this. Somehow, it's all going to turn out for the best." "I wish I did," Cork said. "Maybe that's the difference between the law and religion. I hope for the best, you're prepared for the worst.

The heart is a rubber ball. No matter how hard it's crushed, it bounces back.

is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

sometimes the only way a man learns the true spirit of a rock is to stub his toe on it.

I won't try to argue you out of this pit you've climbed into, Cork.