Quotes About Resilience

our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can't get there any other way?

But – just when I've managed to harden my heart, he'll turn around and be so sweet. I always fall for it. I don't know why.

But strange and marvelous as she was, a wisp of silk in a forest of black wool, she was not at all the fragile creature one would ever have her seem. In many ways she was as cool and competent as Henry; tough-minded and solitary in her habits, and in many ways as aloof .

Part of me was immobile, stunned with despair, like those rats that lose hope in laboratory experiments and lie down in the maze to starve.

Every time I thought of it my stomach squirmed, so that my first instinct was to slam the lid down hard and think of something else.

That life—whatever else it is—is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn't mean we have to bow and grovel to it.

happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end—and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

even if we're not always so glad to be here, it's our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open.

another paradoxical gem of my dad's: sometimes you have to lose to win.

Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair.

And it may be a superhuman effort to lose oneself so completely, but that's nothing compared to the effort of getting oneself back again.

Everything was raw and painful and confusing and wrong and yet it was as if I'd been dragged from freezing water through a break in the ice, into sun and blazing cold.

My father was mean, and our house ugly, and my mother didn't pay much attention to me; my clothes were cheap and my haircut too short and no one at school seemed to like me that much; and since all this had been true for as long as I could remember, I felt things would doubtless continue in this depressing vein as far as I could foresee.

Because I don't care how often or willingly they say it: no one will ever, ever be able to persuade me that life is some awesome, rewarding treat. Because here's the truth: life is catastrophe

Does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end--and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

I believe people can't learn wisdom without suffering.

Righteousness is innocence that has been maintained in the presence of temptation.

Ei thi tawhta pasôna daihti eina vaw hnei pyly aw ei.

Marasaw palôh hâh lei bao chala, "Enga" reih khiah ma khizaw lia a sâhchai tlâ tah ei.

fight like you're the third monkey trying to get on Noah's ark." And brother it's starting to rain

Good timber does not grow with ease the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees.

View the problem as an opportunity to grow.

Hurdles are there to jump over not to stand in front and wonder

Some people are born with a fire inside them. The will to succeed. It isn't a learned behavior. It's just some unknown biological factor that makes them try harder.