Quotes About Resilience

Not that they starve; but starve so dreamlessly, Not that they sow, but that they seldom reap, Not that they serve, but have no gods to serve, Not that they die, but that they die like sheep.

Factory windows are always broken Other windows are let alone. No one throws through the chapel-window The bitter, snarling, derisive stone.

The Dandelion" O dandelion, rich and haughty, King of village flowers! Each day is coronation time, You have no humble hours. I like to see you bring a troop To beat the blue-grass spears, To scorn the lawn-mower that would be Like fate's triumphant shears. Your yellow heads are cut away, It seems your reign is o'er. By noon you raise a sea of stars More golden than before.

At one time, the state of culture in Czechoslovakia was described, rather poignantly, as a 'Biafra of the spirit'. . . I simply do not believe that we have all lain down and died. I see far more than graves and tombstones around me. I see evidence of this in . . . expensive books on astronomy printed in a hundred thousand copies (they would hardly find that many readers in the USA) . . .

but get this straight: Absolutely nobody in the world gives a flying fuck. You want to be an actor? Fine. But never, ever bitch about it.' Advice I've heeded to this day.

I don't know at what point you stop hurting and start healing

The Glasgow accent was so strong you could have built a bridge with it and known it would outlast the civilization that spawned it

The hardest thing about being a grown up is realizing there are no magic formulas to release the ones we love from pain. Maybe that's why I enjoy computer games so much; you get to be God.

He looked so vulnerable and fallible, his shoulders slumped, his head down, that Carol's impulses overrode the decision she'd taken only minutes before to play it cool. She stepped forward and pulled Tony into a tight hug. 'If anyone can do it, you can,' she whispered against his chin like a cat marking its territory.

Let others do as they wished, but she would live the life she began and would not run from corner to corner in a frenzy. She would wait for her own happiness, not someone else's.

Let them drown me, if that's what they want. Let them. You die once. What's there to be afraid of?

You have to think ahead, if you want to live, look around to see what you have, what to use to begin your new life.

Everything that just recently had seemed eternal and solid as rock was so quickly turned into rack and ruin you just wanted to shut your eyes and forget.

How easy and wonderful it is to live in happy days and how bitter and accursed it is in miserable days! Why can't people save up the one to soften the pain of the other? Why is there always a chasm between the two? Where were you, what games were you playing when your fate was being decided? Why did you let them chop off your wings, without thinking, just when you needed them most, when you need to fly and not crawl from disaster?

Why are you taking away my last hope that I had lived to some purpose?

Those of us who where there would not have survived without those of you who remained here. Because the man fights and the woman feeds, the man hates the enemy and the woman a thousand miles away softens his heart with herself and the children so that his heart won't turn to stone.

Life was life so that it could go on, it could take everything and survive anywhere, even on bare rock or shifting sands, and if necessary, even under water, but why torture it this way for no good reason, creating totally unnecessary difficulties for people, why worry about small conveniences and create major inconveniences?

Life was not a piece of clothing that could be changed ten times. What there is, is all yours, and it's wrong to refuse any of it, even the very worst.

Live, Darya, as long as you're alive, Good or bad, you live, that's what your life has to be. If you swim in sorrow and anger and you get exhausted and wanted to join us-- don't; you live, move, make the world remember that we once lived there. No one's ever been afraid to come join us, there's never been and never will be such a person in our family.

If a man lives without inner struggle, if everything happens in him without opposition, if he goes wherever he is drawn or wherever the wind blows, he will remain such as he is. But if a struggle begins in him, and particularly if there is a definite line in this struggle, then, gradually, permanent traits begin to form themselves, he begins to 'crystallise'…Crystallisation is possible on any foundations.

I refuse to listen to the insidious arguments of the skiers, who are constantly trying to persuade me to abandon the kayaks. I trust my kayaks and will not give in. I have reminded my companions of my unswerving conviction on more than one occasion.

Happiness is a choice. You can choose to be happy. There's going to be stress in life, but it's your choice whether you let it affect you or not.

He put a dark place in me and I can't forgive him for that. But it's a part of me now and how can I regret what I am - though it often makes me sad.

M)uch as we might imagine we can leave the past behind, it has a nasty way of pressing its hoary old face against the window just as we were sitting down to the feast.