Quotes About Resilience

The only way out of hell is to walk right through it. When you do, it always helps to have your brothers by your side.

Patience is the greatest of all virtues.

A city of unarmed dreamers huddling beneath angry skies.

Good news, bad news.

The rats that had once fouled their food became their food. But soon the rats were gone.

Turning the other cheek was a lovely sentiment, but in the real world, it mostly resulted in matching bruises.

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baggage. You can get a fresh start." "Yeah. Until the brother of someone I killed sets my house on fire. No, if I have to spend my whole life watching my back, I'll do it somewhere prettier than Wyoming." He glanced at the clock, then closed his eyes. "I'm gonna crash for a few." A long minute passed

Turning the other cheek was a lovely sentiment, but in the real world, it mostly resulted in matching bruises. Better

If only my love was a net that could keep the flies out. If only my love was a net full of food for all the hungry bellies. I understand why so many people have given up on Africa - no one wants to say we are leaving a continent of people behind to tough it out in a hundreds-of-years-old war of survival, but we are, and the reason is because the level of change it would take to make a difference, to heal past wounds and chart a new path is mammoth, gargantuan, almost unimaginable.

I'm always battling myself – the part of me that says I can and the part of me that says I can't. My greatest gift has been that the part of me that says "I can't" is always, always just a little bit louder.

Whatever goes down, whatever turns up—make food and music and dance and story out of it.

made it my business to be tough in the ways that they were tough—on the inside, where it counted. The

You have life written all over you. Some people bear tragedy on their faces; loss, death, whatever it might be. But you have life.

He was feeling something we all feel once in a while: why me?

There never was a story that was happy through and through

Great is the power of habit. It teaches us to bear fatigue and to despise wounds and pain.

While the sick man has life, there is hope.

While there's life, there's hope.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

It is foolish to tear one's hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

My centre is giving way, my right is in retreat, situation excellent. I shall attack.