Quotes About Resilience

Dear Momma?Wherever you are, if ever you hear the word nigger again, remember they are advertising my book.

Momma, a welfare cheater. A criminal who couldn't stand to se her kids go hungry, or grow up in slumbs and end up mugging people in dar corners. I guess the system didn't want her to get off relief, the way it kept sending social workers around to be sure Momma wasn't trying to make things better.

Can you imagine what this old Negro had to go through? Can you imagine the day a Negro woman went to a black man and said: "Honey, I'm pregnant," and both of them fell on their knees and prayed that their baby would be born deformed? Can you imagine what this Negro went through, hoping his baby is born crippled? Because if he was born crippled, he would have less chance of being a slave and more chance of having freedom.

When you shoot right and truth and justice down, the more right and truth and justice will rise up.

Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted.

If I am peaceful…is not peace,/is getting used to harm.

a boat, even a wrecked and wretched boat still has all the possibilities of moving

Angie was a border crosser, a wetback, a worker in the immigrant sweatshop they call this city. On days like this I understand her like a woman instead of a child. Everybody thought she was a whore. She wasn't. She tried to step across the border of who she was and who she might be. They wouldn't let her. She didn't believe it herself so she stepped across into a whole other country.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.

she is a girl who cannot walk her troubles off, or work them off; she is a girl to sit around and glare.

All of a sudden we saw a high, round tower in the distance, on a little hill. Father instantly decided that we must explore it, though mother wasn't enthusiastic. It was difficult to find because the little roads twisted and woods and villages kept hiding it from us, but every few minutes we caught a glimpse of it.

I stood there ringing the bell and banging on the door, feeling I could make someone be there, knowing all the time that I couldn't.

Oh, I have just had an idea - after tea I shall attack myself with sandpaper.

Porque una debe de hundirse en el abismo si quiere elevarse a las alturas.

That evening of the row was our lowest depths; miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

The ones who are prepared to see these changes and not crumble in fear will be the pillars on which others will lean when nothing makes sense to them. It doesn't mean you will provide the truth to them, it just means you are not falling down like they are.

Bad times don't last long. It's all about how you look at the situation. You can either get stuck in that shit or move past it. It's good that you pushing through.

Every advance in knowledge and technique is matched by a new kind of death, a new strain. Death adapts, like a viral agent.

Out of some persistent sense of large-scale ruin, we kept inventing hope.

Look past the violence. There is a wonderful brimming spirit of innocence and fun.

How children adapt to available surfaces, using curbstones, stoops and manhole covers. How they take the pockmarked world and turn a delicate inversion, making something brainy and rule-bound and smooth, and then spend the rest of their lives trying to repeat the process.

L'azione è verità, e la verità vacilla quando la guerra finisce e gli abitanti del villaggio sono liberi di tornare ai loro campi. Sopravviviamo, e siamo nuovamente sconfitti.

Shoes are like people. They adjust to situations.