Quotes About Resilience

Co?my utracili? Nie wszystko przepad?o; niepodbita wola, studium zemsty, nigdy nie umieraj?ca nienawi??..." "I odwaga, która nigdy si? przed niczym nie ugina ani nie poddaje" - doko?czy?.

most of us, as we undergo the growing up process, do not get what we want or even what we should. We get what we have, and no more, and we find out how to make what we have work for us.

First a howling blizzard woke us, Then the rain came down to soak us, And now before the eye can focus — Crocus.

Ah, yes, crooked paths often end in quicksand.

It is not good to see people who have been pretending strength all their lives lose it even for a minute.

So many of us resist the truth that self-care is not self-indulgence, but it is a fact that you cannot pour from an empty cup. Or a shattered one.

The hardest thing about writing is getting in every day, breaking through the membrane.The second-hardest thing is getting out. Sometimes I sink down too deep and come up too fast. Afterward I feel wide open and skinless. The whole world feels moist and pliable.

things will be all right again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I'm giving it credit for.

I think back on all the rooms in all the cities and towns where I wrote the pieces of this book, all the doubt and days of failure but also that knot of stubbornness that's still inside me.

Tears are not endless.

I'm usually better at protecting myself from this kind of thing." "From heartbreak?" "Yeah." My throat is closing. "I can usually get out of the way before it hits me straight on." "That's not really heartbreak then, is it?

Hello and goodbye are the same. Baya ban," she said. "As many times as you can stand it.

He listens. He breathes into the phone. I can tell he lost someone close somehow. You can feel that in people, an openness, or maybe it's an opening that you're talking into. With other people, people who haven't been through something like that, you feel the solid wall. Your words go scattershot off of it.

I love these geese. They make my chest feel tight and full and help me believe that things will be alright again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening blank ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I'm giving it credit for. (5)

At night you cried, because everyone around you was crying, halls and halls of boys crying in the dark for their brothers. 'Tears are not endless and we have no more.' That is the line I like best of all those war poets.

Even still, it took a long time to feel much of anything again.

nothing. Some of the women are still wading

We all lose our cammin." "It's so physical. It feels like my body is rejecting me". Pg 275.

I will lay me down for to bleed awhile, the ballad went on in my head. Then I'll rise and fight with you again.

Things are going to get a lot worse before they get worse.

Does your mind feel more and more like teflon? Nothing sticks to it?

Instead of working for the survival of the fittest, we should be working for the survival of the wittiest - then we can all die laughing.

No matter how cynical you become, it's never enough to keep up.

That was what he'd seen in this girl, a beauty that allowed him to perceive the waste and blight infecting the word...it was as if she'd experienced life's hardness and cruelties, yet had remained somehow untarnished by them. How was it possible?