Quotes About Resilience

He didn't like having to start the fire again, that was the source of this small sadness. You get tired of these endless beginnings.

G]ive him this much: death didn't just walk up and inhale him. He wasn't exactly whisked away. He left claw marks on his life.

What a pair of lungs!

Gladys had seen all of this, and she made it his to know. She'd lost her future to death, and lost her child to life.

My habit when I've been humiliated is to go out and buy a book.

That night I sat in a booth across from Kid Williams, a former boxer. His black hands were lumpy and mutilated. I always had the feeling he might suddenly reach out his hands and strangle me to death. He spoke in two voices. He was in his fifties. He'd wasted his entire life. Such people were very dear to those of us who'd wasted only a few years.

Winning is coming in fourth, exhausted and encouraged-because last time you came in fifth.

Failure is delay, not defeat. It is a temporary detour, not a dead end.

I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet ? Denis Waitley

sometimes we have to find the courage to take off our shoes and feel it all. Even the bad stuff.

The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.

The eternal companions of all clever women are mistrust and scorn.

Grief is a scar. The tissue is tough and when it's cut again, it heals poorly.

The door to Jackson's opens and a man staggers out. He crab-walks away from them, along the pavement until he hits a lamp post. He clings to it, waiting until his legs agree to listen to orders. Confident he has reached an entente cordiale with his knees, he straightens up, watching his rebel legs to see if the truce holds. It does, but only for standing. The moment he attempts a step he is swept around the corner like a trawlerman thrown from a deck in a storm.

The Story of an African Farm by Olive Schreiner.

Periodic stress does not harm the body, but ongoing chronic stress causes lasting damage.

How we understand our problems has an effect on how we cope.

The world didn't give a shit. It didn't bestow. It took

What molds us is what maims us.

How much violence, Marshal, do you think a man can carry before it breaks him?

I think if a man beats you and fucks half the women he sees and no one will help you, axing him isn't the least understandable thing you can do.

And often the worst thing wasn't the victims--they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives without anything left inside of them but blood and organs, impervious to pain, having learned nothing except that the worst things did, in fact, sometimes happen. (Mystic River)

scarred by wisdom she'd never asked for.

The trick, Teddy had long since learned, was to stay busy and stay focused. They couldn't catch you if you didn't stop running.