Quotes About Resilience

After a storm there is fair weather, after sorrow there is joy.

But what of black women?... I most sincerely doubt if any other race of women could have brought its fineness up through so devilish a fire.

The dark world is going to submit to its present treatment just as long as it must and not one moment longer.

An American, a Negro... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

It is not necessary to change. Survival is not mandatory.

There are two problems: i. Problems of today; ii. Problems of tomorrow, for the company that hopes to stay in business

The last dejected effort often becomes the winning stroke.

Success is not granted to the talented, rather it is reserved for the doggedly tenacious.

We'll sing and dance and suffer and die, but we'll make lives here. Which is what existence is all about, isn't it?

She always paid a high price for her dignity.

I forget who it was that recommended men for their soul's good to do each day two things they disliked… it is a precept that I have followed scrupulously; for every day I have got up and I have gone to bed.

An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are much easier to give up than the bad ones.

To bear failure with courage is the best proof of character that anyone can give.

All of your scars are on the inside, are they not?" he asked. I nodded. "Not so severe as yours, I feel." "Why? Because they may not have involved as much bodily pain?

III Those masterful images because complete Grew in pure mind, but out of what began? A mound of refuse or the sweepings of a street, Old kettles, old bottles, and a broken can, Old iron, old bones, old rags, that raving slut Who keeps the till. Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all the ladders start In the foul rag and bone shop of the heart.

Now that my ladder's gone, I must lie down where all my ladders start, In the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart.

Sometimes my feet are tired and my hands are quiet, but there is no quiet in my heart.

I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.

I think that a fierce woman's better, a woman That breaks away when you have thought her won, For I'd be fed and hungry at one time.

He who made you bitter made you wise.

A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died, Many times rose again

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Thread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Now days are dragon-ridden.

Here are copies of verses you said you liked. I do not think I could ever write or paint any more. I prepare myself for a cycle of other activities in some other life. I will make rigid my roots and branches. It is not now my turn to burst into leaves and flowers.