Quotes About Resilience

Wir sind alle dem Schicksal unterworfen [...] aber wir müssen so tun, als seien wir es nicht, sonst würden wir vor Verzweiflung sterben.

I wish... she said, and stopped. There was nothing that could be gained by wishing for it. A final deep shaky breath, and she was ready to go on.

As Auden is believed to have said, no poem saved a single Jew from the gas chambers. Never mind. Write the poems anyway. Play the music in spite of that.

Being cheerful starts now, Will thought as hard as he could, but it was like trying to hold a fighting wolf still in his arms when it wanted to claw at his face and tear out his throat; nevertheless, he did it, and he thought no one could see the effort it cost him.

And she sobbed so passionately he thought that hearts really did break, and hers was breaking now, for she fell to the ground wailing and shuddering, and Pantalaimon beside her became a wolf and howled with bitter grief.

Death is going to die.

If I told you half of what he's done to keep us alive and safe, well, you wouldn't imagine it could be true.

Take the anchor, there. The first meaning of that is hope, because hope holds you fast like an anchor so you don't give way.

There's been terrible things we seen, en't there? And more a-coming, more'n likely. So I think I'd rather not know what's in the future. I'll stick to the present.' 'Yeah,' said Lyra wearily. 'There's times I feel like that too.

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a kind.

Oak bark, spider silk, ground moss, saltweed— grip close, bind tight, hold fast, close up, bar the door, lock the gate, stiffen the blood-wall, dry the gore-flood.

The strength was draining out of him minute by minute. Maybe he'd never move again.

She felt half inclined to lie down and die. But her body wanted food and drink, and she took this as a sign that her body at least wanted to go on living.

Life is hard, Mr Scoresby, but we cling to it all the same.

We are all subject to the fates. But we must all act as if we are not," said the witch, "or die of despair

La vida es dura, señor Scoresby, pero aun así no dejamos de aferrarnos a ella.

Keep your powder dry.

some of what's good has to hurt us a little

Philip Pullman

Now, I want to get going, but I've only got one leg. Could you find one?

They looked as frail and doomed as a dam of little twigs and tiny pebbles trying to hold back the Mississippi. But they were trying, all the same. They'd go on trying till the end of everything.

Suppose it never stops? she whispered. The gyptian man didn't say it'd do that. Just that there was going to be a flood. It feels as if it's going on forever. There isn't enough water in all the world to do that. Eventually it'll stop and the sun'll come out. Every flood stops in the end and goes down.

Lyra encouraged, bullied, hit, half-carried, swore at, pushed, dragged, lifted tenderly, wherever it was needed, and Pantalaimon (by the state of each child's dæmon) told her what was needed in each case. I'll get them there, she kept saying to herself. I come here to get 'em and I'll bloody get 'em.

Just sort of relax your mind and say yes, it does hurt, I know.