Quotes About Resilience

I ran my hands over his ribbed scars, easing him as I could. The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

Every moment felt like a drop of my blood lost.

There was a long silence, and I almost thought he had not heard me. At last, he said: "Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.

Humillar a las mujeres parece ser el pasatiempo predilecto de los poetas. Como si no pudiese haber historia a menos que nos arrastrásemos y sollozásemos.

Madeline Miller

I saw then how I had changed. I did not mind anymore that I lost when we raced and I lost when we swam out to the rocks and I lost when we tossed spears or skipped

The world around me narrowed to the pounding of my feet, and the next dusty length of road.

No wonder I have been so slow, I thought. All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a shop without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.

I lay on the ground after, breathing with effort. I would be left in peace. Peace. I would have laughed if I were not so ill.

He says, it will be all right. He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

I will tell them nothing. It is not for them to say what I will do. - Achilles

You have eked out ten more years of life, and I'm glad for you...You have made a fair run of blocking fate's path. But you cannot do it forever. The gods will not let you.

The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within.

A moment passed, and I looked at her stained hands on the table before me. "And? Are you going to tell me? How goes your witchery?" She smiled her inward smile. "You were right. It is mostly will. Will and work.

Und wie lautete dieser Gedanke? Dass mein ganzes Leben bisher aus trüben und tiefen Wassern bestanden hatte, aber dass ich nicht Teil dieser dunklen Fluten war. Ich war ein Geschöpf, das darin lebte.

He was tired of living among ashes,

La culpa me inmovilizaba en la cama como si se tratara de un ancla. Solo me hizo mover el recuerdo hiriente de Quirón. «No renuncies a las cosas con tanta facilidad como hiciste una vez».

She turned her back to me and was silent. A moment passed. I could hear the sound of her breaths, drawn slowly, so I would not guess she was crying. I knew the trick. I had done it myself.

Wenn du jedes Mal eine Träne vergießt nur weil irgendwo ein Mensch stirbt, bist du in einem Monat ertrunken.

Je pensai : Je ne pourrai pas supporter ce monde un instant de plus. "Alors fabriques-en un autre, mon enfant.

Sus heridas hasta ese momento habían sido superficiales y siempre había habido alguien para ofrecerle consuelo. Ahora estaba sola en el gabinete de su dolor.

Tu n'es pas défini par tes origines. Ne le laisse pas t'entraîner dans sa chute.

mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

But even I could not fill each minute with fear. I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it—in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent of his doom. The days passed, and he lived. Two months passed, and I could go a whole day without looking over the precipice of his death.