Quotes About Resilience

Like young fern shoots my child's fingers curled. I did not expect, in the fifth month, frost.

Kemarahan dan kesedihan sama-sama sulit dipikul

Death comes suddenly and life is fragile and brief. No one can alter this, either by prayers or spells. Children cry about it, but men and women do not cry. They have to endure.

They reminded me of the people of my village, their indomitable spirit in the face of disaster, their unshakable belief that no matter what might befall them, life was basically good and the world benign.

Like bookends, we have learned to support each other when the stuff in the middle pushes us apart.

I lost interest in the condition of humans, but I never lost interest in the human condition.

You've been here before. It won't kill you. It feels like you can't breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you'll never stop crying, but you actually will.

You could jump so much higher when you had somewhere safe to fall.

Perhaps nothing was ever "meant to be." There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit "bendy.

So now I just assume that it won't work, and that if it does work, I'll lose it anyway. This is meant to protect me, although it doesn't, because somehow the hope sneakily finds its way in. I'm never aware of the hope until it's gone, whooshed away like a rug pulled from under my feet, each time I hear another "I'm sorry.

Once you've hit a ball there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now.

The lowest point of your life can lead to the highest.

You are a woman in the prime of your life! You should march into a room with your head held high! Like you are walking onto a stage, a battlefield!

Sometimes a girl has to stop waiting around and come up with her own fairytale ending.

Perhaps there were no answers to questions like that. Perhaps nothing was ever "meant to be." There was just life, and right now, and doing your best. Being a bit "bendy.

Every day is a gift, Jake. Of course sometimes it's a really horrible gift that you don't want.

It feels like you can't breathe, but you actually are breathing. It feels like you'll never stop crying, but you actually will.

You get what you get and you don't get upset!" screamed Fred.

There was something pathetic about the rejected wife bravely pulling herself together, joining a tennis club, doing a photography course, cutting her hair, venturing timidly back out onto the single scene.

If her back had ever hurt like this when she was twenty she would have been hysterical, demanding painkillers and cups of tea in bed, but she has found that nobody is especially surprised to hear you're in pain when you're in your eighties. You might find it astonishing, but nobody else does.

It was good to remember that for every horrible memory from her marriage, there was also a happy one.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But love after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best—well, that sort of a love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

Alice thought of poor Hillary Clinton. Imagine having the whole world know that your husband had cheated on you in such a messy way. You would have thought being president of the United States should have been a pretty distracting sort of job.

A well-managed breakdown can turn out to be a good thing," he told Yao. "Try to see it as an opportunity. An opportunity to grow and learn about yourself.