Quotes About Resilience

To have your life blow up four times before you're thirty would take something out of anyone, and I think it drained from my mom just enough hope that she never quite built her confidence back to what it once had been.

Although much that was precious has been taken from me in this life, I have reason to remain an optimist. After the numerous tight scrapes I've been through, by now I should have lost one leg, three fingers, one buttock, most of my teeth, an ear, my spleen, and my sense of fun. But here I am.

You don't need to like [a gun] to know you got to have it. I don't like gettin' a colonoscopy every five years, but I grit my teeth and drop my drawers and get it done just the same.

Not all wounds are the bleeding kind

When my wits fail me, I resort to self-deception.

Three more words. Be happy. Persevere.

Well," he said, "you can either do the wrong thing and let a loss like that destroy you, or you can do the right thing and be properly grateful for all that came before the loss. Grief should drive you to your knees, but if you stay there forever, you're saying you know better than God how the world should work. And you don't.

because those who cower forget how to stand and, in time, can only crawl.

We are what we are, he thought, and maybe the only time we can change what we are is when life throws us such a surprise that it's like hitting a plate-glass window with a baseball bat, shattering the grip of the past.

Darkness doesn't fall at a predictable schedule. Darkness can overwhelm you any time of the day, as you know well.

When a good woman knows an important thing needs to be done, she won't let death prevent her from doing it.

Oh, my adorable fry cook, wait till you see them. They're the most hideous, terrifying creatures, and wickedly cunning, and there's ever so much that can go wrong. But what you always know now, what we all know here, is exactly what we're fighting for and how right it is to fight for it.

I didn't think she would willingly give me up to the hulk; but he would break her like a ceramic bank to get at the coins of knowledge that she held.

Life is hard in a world gone wrong.

No matter what happens, disaster piled on calamity, no matter what, everything will be okay in the long run.

She wasn't clay in the hands of others; she was rock, and with her own determined hands, she could sculpt the person that she wanted to be. She

It's only life. We all get through it. Not all of us complete the journey in the same condition. Along the way, some lose their legs or eyes in accidents or altercations, while others skate through years with nothing worse to worry about than an occasional bad-hair day.

Humor, faith, courage, compassion – these don't rot and vanish;

Sorrow might have grown into depression if he had been a less positive person, but his lifelong experience was that every spell of darkness lifted soon enough, so that light came again into the soul and mind and heart, which were not made for darkness.

Her stare was direct and unwavering, full of confidence earned from painful experience...

The chief characteristics of my childhood were an aching loneliness and the daily struggle to avoid a bleakness of spirit that unrelieved loneliness can foment.

The cataract of grief is a longer drop than Niagara, and I guess I've not reached the river of acceptance at the bottom.

That's what life's all about: little by little, day by day, with excruciating stubbornness, each of us learning how to be less screwed up.

Perseverance is impossible if we don't permit ourselves to hope.