Quotes About Resilience

We should be inspired by people... who show that human beings can be kind, brave, generous, beautiful, strong-even in the most difficult circumstances.

Sources of economic growth are all completely destroyed – the airport (runways demolished, totally closed); the border for trade with Egypt (now with a sniper tower in the middle of the crossing); access to the ocean (completely cut off in the last two years ).

Girls, it's imperative you learn this now. She levels them with a mock-serious expression, and her rapt audience leans in. Boys are gonna come, and boys are gonna go. Unfortunately, some friends may even do the same. But dessert, y'all, will never let you down.

you mourn, you hurt and you start to heal.

I'm an ivy twined so long against a tower of strange design that I cannot now assume any other shape.

A woman such as I is a rocky cliff against which a man tests himself before retreating to safe pastures. I cannot fault any such man as takes what ease the world offers him.

I don't think I'm strong enough," Aaron said. Slowly the steam faded from the pub's windows. Helen was staring across the street as well. She said, "How do you think people get strong?

Life is muddy. Denying that—thinking there's only one noble path above the fray—can be a poisonous approach to life.

A woman's body, said the world, was a prison in which her mind must wither.

Yet we lift our feet. We lift our feet.

Yet a moment later she resumed walking with the air of someone too depleted for skepticism—her defeat displaced, unaccountably, by trust.

creature doing its delicate work, scratching to gain entry. To the Esteemed

Her spirit could not be bent, yet her rage found little purchase . . .

One out of three." He spoke quietly but with an intensity she instantly feared. "One out of every three Jews in the world. In my country, in Poland, nine out of every ten of us died.

No escape to other worlds, nor refuge from the endless river of days.

She pressed her fingertips into the hard wood of the handrail until they whitened. She would constrict the world to a pinhole.

The fire had forged them both—she and her brother—into brittle instruments. Should she bend, she would break.

Love didn't fail, Constantina. Only one love did. It failed because we asked too much of it, he and I. We each, in our own time, asked it to remake the world.

He took it between his fingers, bore down with his bruised knuckle on its ridges, and like a miner picking his way toward an unknown destination began to write—slowly, steadily, filling the void with work. Was that what sadness did to a man?

I remade my heart. I learned to conduct myself in love so it could not betray me.

I told her: I act such that love will not fail again as it failed us before.

Yet the body insists on the struggle for life. Why?

A woman such as I is a rocky cliff against which a man tests himself before retreating to safer pasture

Don't--she bit her lip and held it. Don't turn your back just because it terrifies you. [...] I don't think I'm strong enough, Aaron said. Slowly the steam faded from the pub's windows. Helen was staring across the street as well. She said, How do you think people get strong?