Quotes About Resilience

What stuff is a man made of, who has freed himself of his wounds?

I accept that I've lost the game of life in the same way that one loses at solitaire.

This is no world for gentle people

Twenty years old, I had embarked on this trip to Izu heavy with resentment that my personality had been permanently warped by my orphan's complex and that I would never be able to overcome a stifling melancholy. So I was inexpressibly grateful to find that I looked like a nice person as the world defines the word. -from The Dancing Girl of Izu

The course of one's life is a difficult thing. -from Diary of My Sixteenth Year

Por qué florecía aquel loto en medio de una hoguera? ¿Por qué no se marchitaba?

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?

And I said to myself: That's true, hope needs to be like barbed wire to keep out despair, hope must be a mine field.

To live is to build a ship and a harbor at the same time. And to complete the harbor long after the ship was drowned.

From the place where we are right Flowers will never grow In the spring. The place where we are right Is hard and trampled Like a yard. But doubts and loves Dig up the world Like a mole, a plow. And a whisper will be heard in the place Where the ruined House once stood.

Smile at the world with a smile from within…. Learn to be happy at will and to hold on to that happiness within, no matter what happens. Some people are absolutely crushed by their tests; others smile on in spite of their difficulties. Those who are unconquered in spirit are the real successes in life.

Use every trial that comes to you as an opportunity to improve yourself.

It ain't over 'til it's over.

I wish I had an answer to that because I'm tired of answering that question.

90% of the game is half mental.

You have to give 100 percent in the first half of the game. If that isn't enough, in the second half, you have to give what's left.

It ain't the heat, it's the humility.

Muchas veces puedes sentirte como suspendido en la nada. Cansado, agobiado, sin fuerzas. Esa sensación no es real, tu mente negativa se apoderó de ti.

Mirror becomes a razor when it's broken. A stick becomes a flute when it's loved.

Art is a way of survival.

Un cerisier Boude Le printemps

Things don't like me. Furniture purposely sticks out its leg for me. A polished corner once literally bit me. My blanket and I have always had a complicated relationship. Soup served to me never cools. Any little thing—a coin or a cuff link—that falls off the table usually rolls away under furniture that's hard to move. I crawl across the floor and lifting my head I see the sideboard laughing.)

What could be poetic in a pigsty enveloped in so many curses?

It was also clear that in order to survive at this game, we had to get serious.