Quotes About Resilience

Life isn't about waiting on the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain.

Being an old maid is a little bit like drowning. A really delightful sensation once you give up the struggle.

Even when relationships become fractured, or someone dies, the connections you have to your family are never lost.

Morale is more important than weapons!

Logic doesn't overcome pain.

Claudia Mills

A veces no está tan mal ser cabrón, mantiene tu dignidad a flote. Y en tiempos en que todo lo que te rodea es mierda, mantenerse a flote es importante.

Elena siempre fue de llorar poco, casi nada, pero desde que su cuerpo es de Ella, de esa puta enfermedad puta, ya ni siquiera es dueña de sus lágrimas.

What's left of you when your arm can't even put on a jacket and your leg can't even take a step and your neck can't straighten up enough to let you show your face to the world, what's left? Are you your brain, which keeps sending out orders that won't be fol- lowed? Or are you the thought itself, something that can't be seen or touched beyond that furrowed organ guarded inside the cranium like a trove?

tuvo que meter las manos en el barro, en la inmundicia, para hacer lo que había que hacer, sin cometer ni delito ni pecado, ésa soy yo.

Then the voice in your head silently tells you to take your foot off your throat because just getting along shouldn't be an ambition.

Nobody notices, only you've known, you're not sick, not crazy, not angry, not sad-- It's just this, you're injured.

Yes, and the body has memory. The physical carriage hauls more than its weight. The body is the threshold across which each objectionable call passes into consciousness—all the unintimidated, unblinking, and unflappable resilience does not erase the moments lived through, even as we are eternally stupid or everlastingly optimistic, so ready to be inside, among, a part of the games.

Another friend tells you you have to learn not to absorb the world. She says sometimes she can hear her own voice saying silently to whomever—you are saying this thing and I am not going to accept it. Your friend refuses to carry what doesn't belong to her.

Yes, and the body has a memory. The physical carriage hauls more than its weight. The body is the threshold across which each objectionable call passes into consciousness—all the unintimidated, unblinking, and unflappable resilience does not erase the moments lived through, even as we are eternally stupid or everlastingly optimistic, so ready to be inside, among, a part of the games.

And as light as the rain seems, it still rains down on you.

He said, I don't know what the water wanted. It wanted to show you no one would come.

To live through the days sometimes you moan like deer. Sometimes you sigh. The world says stop that. Another sigh. Another stop that. Moaning elicits laughter, sighing upsets. Perhaps each sigh is drawn into existence to pull in, pull under, who knows; truth be told, you could no more control those sighs than that which brings the sighs about.

That time and that time and that time the outside blistered the inside of you, words outmanoeuvred years, had you in a chokehold, every part roughed up, the eyes dripping.

a friend once told you there exists the medical term—John Henryism—for people exposed to stresses stemming from racism. They achieve themselves to death trying to dodge the buildup of erasure.

Yes, and this is how you are a citizen: Come on. Let it go. Move on.

it is a clean displacement of effort, will, and disappointment.

When the boys turned the corner was inflammation in the air already forming knuckles as they pummeled the body being kicked and beaten until knocked unconscious his right eye closed shut blood refusing to clot flowing from both ears were they hearing their own breathing their own ears allowing their blows to take custody of this body fallen against the hardness of the concrete floor leveled without give?

No one can get behind the feeling that caused a pause in the match, not even the player trying to put her feelings behind her, dumping ball after ball into the net. Though you can retire with an injury, you can't walk away because you feel bad.