Quotes About Resilience

My anger is a shield. My anger is a weapon.

As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life - a fabric on the one hand delicate and destructible, on the other miraculously tough and resilient, and capable of striking back in unexpected ways. These extraordinary capacities of life have been ignored by the practitioners of chemical control who have brought to their task no high-minded orientation, no humility before the vast forces with which they tamper.

No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find resources of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

The Eskimos began to make troublesome raids...

I always hoped that after the prince found Cinderella and they rode away in thier magnificent carriage, after a few miles she turned to him and said could you drop me off down the road, please? Now that I've finally escaped my life of horrific abuse, I'd like to see something of the world, you know? Maybe backpack across Europe or Asia? I'll catch back up with you later, Prince, once I've found my own way.

Beauty's not only skin deep. Just because a person is beautiful doesn't mean there's no soul beneath. Doesn't mean that person hasn't suffered like everyone else, doesn't mean they don't hope to still be a good human being in an awful world. (Gabriel)

I am stronger than words and I am bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart -I am listening and I am listening because what I'm playing isn't something I'm thinking about, it's something I'm feeling all over.

I turn the key and I turn the key and I turn the key and she doesn't do a damn thing.

Maybe your unspeakable defects give you power too?

When the time is right, when these feelings of rage and unfairness once again overcome me, I will not faint. I will fight.

The desert adapts. The people adapt. Live. Die. Struggle. Suffer. Create. The people in the real world beyond Demesne's ring are not all manufactured perfection. They deal.

Here's the thing about love, Mrs. Basil E. replied. You get a last chance. And then, when that doesn't work, you make yourself another last chance. Then another. Then another. You keep going until your last chances run out.

I am stronger than words and bigger than the box I'm in, and then I see her in the crowd and I fall apart.

The whole thing was silly," I said. "Please tell her there's no need to apologize. We set ourselves up for this. I was never going to be the guy in her head. And she was never going to be the girl in mine. And that's okay. Seriously.

No. I can't change. I shouldn't change.

Kent State by Deborah Wiles

He was obstinate in the way that only truly miserable people can be obstinate.

No—when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life.

But the older you get, the more you realize that, yes, there are all these things that link you to the past, and you're using the same words and singing the same songs that have always been there for you, but each time, things have shifted, and you have to deal with that shift. Because

Even the hard years have some reason for celebration.

We are graced, and we are together, and the twoliness is trumping the loneliness and the doubt and the fear. We are making it through. Damn you, memories. Thank you, present.

I want to believe that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, there is reason to hope.

and everything about me goes from crying out to just plain crying