Quotes About Resilience

En las grandes crisis, el corazón se curte o se rompe.

Úgy látszik, az emberi természetben gyökerezik, hogy mindent elszenvedtetünk azzal, aki kész mindent elszenvedni igazi alázatosságból, gyengeségb?l vagy közönyb?l. Avagy nem szeretjük-e mindnyájan kipróbálni er?nket valakinek vagy valaminek a kárára?

I have endured everything: hunger and thirst, want of money, want of clothes, of shoes, of linen, every cruelty that penury can inflict. I have blown on my frozen fingers in that pickle-jar of great men, which I should like to see again, now, with you. I worked through a whole winter, seeing my head steam, and perceiving the atmosphere of my own moisture as we see that of horses on a frosty day. I do not know where a man finds the fulcrum that enables him to hold out against such a life.

Ön, ha fels?bbrend? ember, menjen egyenest emelt f?vel el?re. De meg kell majd küzdenie az irigységgel, a rágalommal, a középszer?séggel, az egész világgal.

When a cloud comes between two beings filled with affection for each other and whose lives are in absolute unison, that cloud, though it may disperse, leaves in those souls a trace of its passage. Either love gains a stronger life, as the earth after rain, or the shock still echoes like distant thunder through a cloudless sky. It is impossible to recover absolutely the former life; love will either increase or diminish.

That would be hard upon you; you will learn them by degrees. Never speak here of your misfortunes; they are slight compared to the catastrophes by which the lives of those you are now among were blasted.

Nonetheless, like all truly strong people, his speech was soft, his manners simple, and he was naturally kind.

Las almas grandes están siempre dispuestas a hacer de una desgracia una virtud. Existe además un atractivo irresistible en obstinarse en hacer un bien en aquello en lo que los demás ven un motivo de reproche: la inocencia tiene el atractivo propio del vicio.

he adopted a sound view of life, appreciating that its universal law obliges us to put up with the less than perfect in everything.

Rien ne grise comme le vin du malheur.

Il voyait le monde comme un océan de boue dans lequel un homme se plongeait jusqu'au cou, s'il y trempait le pied.

Society acts like an ocean: after some great accident, it regains it's flat surface, it's usual flow, and erases it's trace of agitation of it's unsatisfied interests.

E la donna è così felice e così bella nelle ore in cui è forte, che preferisce a tutti gli uomini quello che ha una forza enorme, a costo d'essere spezzata da lui.

About a league out of Pouilly the coach was overturned. My luckless comrade, thinking to save himself, jumped to the edge of a newly-ploughed field, instead of following the fortunes of the vehicle and clinging tightly to the roof, as I did. He either miscalculated in some way, or he slipped; how it happened, I do not know, but the coach fell over upon him, and he was crushed under it.

Pensons à lui, ma mère, répondit Eugénie, et n'en parlons pas. Vous souffrez; vous avant tout. Tout c'était lui.

He didn't know that you could ache for a place, even when it had hurt you so badly.

all this time, I been asking myself, why couldn't them crackers just leave us colored folks alone? Let

Women like to perform prodigies, break rocks, and soften natures which seem of iron.

Count not thyself to have found true peace, if thou hast felt no grief nor that then all is well if thou hast no adversary nor that this is perfect, if all things fall out according to thy desire.

I used to be terrified of my own weakness; if acknowledged it, I thought I would be overwhelmed by it. But I am stronger and braver than that. I am not so easily broken. I am strong enough to realize that it is alright to be fragile, to be less than perfect. Staying connected to that vulnerability, ironically, gives me strength.

Somewhere in that hour I lost all relation to a middle ground, and I didn't regain it for what became a very long time. In

We've been lucky," he said, rising from his chair with his palm pressed against his forehead as he heard the ambulance attendants on the front path outside. "We had her four months longer than she was expected to live." Lucky? I thought, as I stood behind an emergency room curtain an hour later, holding my mother's hand and trying to press ice chips between her cracked and bloodstained lips. Could someone identify the lucky people here?

some wounds aren't easy to see.

But, after these days of nightmare, there was something reassuring in discovering that there were still people in the world sane enough, and with quiet enough minds, to be put out by the holes in a pair of worsted stockings.