Quotes About Resilience

Heart of oak are our ships,Heart of oak are our men:We always are ready;Steady, boys, steady;We'll fight, and we'll conquer again and again.

The stronger your grasp of every second of your life, including the paradoxical experience at the bottom of the spectrum, the stronger you are.

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple. A child afraid of the dark who one day blows out the candle; a women terrified of the pain of childbirth who says, 'It is time to become a mother'. Heroism does not always live on the battlefield.

There's no shame in fear. But understand this - the coward is ruled by fear, while the hero rides it like a wild stallion.

He never conquered polio, but he wrote a new narrative about his life that not only transformed him but won him the presidency.

a stoic always kept two files in his mind: one for those things that are up to him and within his power, and one for those that are not up to him and thus beyond his power. If you pay lots of attention to events beyond your power, you will ultimately have a life of fear and guilt; you must let those go and pay attention only to those things within your power.

Morale, my boy, is what counts. Man-power and tonnage and fire-power are important, of course, but morale has won every war in history. And our morale right now is higher than a cat's back—higher than any time since John Paul Jones—and getting higher by the day.

I have found a flat on Merseyside and am settling down here. If I can keep playing and get back to full match fitness, I know I have a lot to offer still.

The brain always quits before the body does. Once the mind knows you are not going to quit something, it's gonna try to find more, it's gonna try to give you more.

Spengler's Universal Law #8: Wars are won by destroying the enemy's will to fight. A nation is never really beaten until it sells its women. The

I lost my spinal column a good many years ago. There ain't no surgery can put it back. Even if there was, I wouldn't want it. I like it better this way. More comfortable.

I think the way to stop it is to shrug it off. Or take it with your tongue in your cheek. Sure, that's the system. At any rate, it's the system that works for you. It's the automatic control board that keeps you out there where nothing matters, where it's only you and the keyboard and nothing else. Because it's gotta be that way. You gotta stay clear of anything serious.

When people ask what I do, I say: "I'm a teacher." or: "I proofread legal documents." or: "I hand out jalapeño humus dip at Trader Joe's." I say, to myself, mostly: "I'm alive, motherfucker. What else do you want?"

I tend to stumble through life as if lost in a deep forest with an out-of-date map that I can't figure out how to fold. The trees all look familiar, animals are making scary sounds in the bushes and the sandwich in my bag isn't what I ordered. No doubt I'm not alone in this.

If I'm not constantly being met by challenges that I am overcoming, how do I know that I'm capable?

Some days i'm bursting at the seams With all my half remembered dreams And then it shoots me down again I feel the dampness as it creeps I hear you coughing in your sleep Beneath a broken window pane Tomorrow girl i'll buy you chips A lollipop to stain your lips And it'll all be right as rain This ain't no love that's guiding me

benefits of hardship.

She breathes as if he had held her hand and helped her jump over the chasm of that scar.

And this book was an attempt to be with these feelings, also to find a place that will allow both to remember all the time without dying of it and to forget without killing.

Jag vill lära mig att skilja minnet från smärtan. Eller åtminstone delvis, så mycket det är möjligt, för att allt som varit inte ska vara till den grad indränkt i smärta. Då ska jag kunna komma ihåg dig mer, du förstår: jag ska inte frukta varje gång minnets brinnande smärta.

Now--she reached down that far, she submerged her filthy self, full of choked cries, of loneliness and poison, until she felt it rising up. It was being pulled out, saved from herself--and she was rising along with it, slowly: who she was now, what she had lost in the past year, and what was growing, slowly, inside her, in spite of everything.

It's very nice to say 'And if you will it, it is no dream', But what if you stop willing? Or if there's no strength left in you to will anymore?

I like to do things that frighten me. When I'm afraid, I understand more things. I want the feeling... All my instincts cry out against it, every morning anew. Then I say, 'I should do it. If I don't do it, no one will do it for me.

There is breath there is breath inside the pain there is breath