Quotes About Resilience

Bad things happen to good people every day." —

Kiedy nie ma siÄ™ nic oprócz mÅ'otka, wszystko wyglÄ…da jak gwó?d?.

But I do know that my own shittiest days were usually followed by better ones.

Put ten people together in a Laundromat and chances are you won't be the one who's worst off.

getting what you want isn't instant gratification. It's a slow pulling apart, a realignment of bones and sinew. There are aches involved. There is bruising.

sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound, more like a poultice.

The more you get past pain, the more it goes from coal to diamond.

I suppose there's only so many times you can take being rebuffed before you need some validation.

and my mother raised me by herself, supporting us by hosting home parties to sell sex toys instead of Tupperware.

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it." Somehow

kids are more like us than we think: damaged, through and through. *

I love that she's tough as nails one moment and soft as suede the next.

Josie started being able to sleep through the night again, instead of waking up screaming. Part of going back to normal meant erasing the boundaries of what was abnormal, and within a few months, the way Alex had felt on 9/11 was slowly forgotten, like a tide washing out a message she'd once scrawled on the sand.

My grandmother smiled, and that was all it took for me to stop seeing the scar, and to recognize her again. "Yes," she said. "But see how much of me is left?

The more you get past pain, the more it gets from coal to diamond.

The village, without bread, grew bitter. There was nothing to break at the table with family, to digest over conversation.

Magick isn't about getting rid of everything blocking your path.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying, 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future

How do you do it? I ask softly, and I'm no longer asking just about her and Josef but about myself as well. How do you get up every morning and not remember?

In every fairy tale, the only way out is to keep running forward. To never look back.

Either you dissolve into a puddle, or you take the blow on the cheek and force yourself to lift your face again for more.

She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.

The worst thing about endings is knowing that just ahead is the daunting task of starting over.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo – far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.