Quotes About Resilience

My grandmothers were strong. They followed plows and bent to toil. They moved through fields sowing seed. They touched the earth and grain grew. They were full of sturdiness and singing. My grandmothers were strong. My grandmothers were full of memories Smelling of soap and onions and wet clay With veins rolling roughly over quick hands They have many clean words to say. My grandmothers were strong. Why am I not as they?

sink through the floor. Sonia, too, strove to control

Being abandoned doesn't make for little angels.

Women were the very devil, at the mercy of their frail strength.

The blade must past threw the fire, else it breaks.

Change always involves a dark night when everything falls apart. Yet if this period of dissolution is used to create new meaning, then chaos ends and new order emerges.

Most people cope in some fashion or other with the various strains under which they live, or they simply come out in spots, or leave home, or get drunk.

If only the peace I feel right now could be stored up and released later when cruelty surrounds me in the dark during nightmares.

Joy and truth both have a way of peeking through any dark curtain.

I have spent all my years accepting sad truths. —Quebrado

When all else fails, trust the library.

I feel like... the boy lost somewhere between the torment of memory and a few fragile shards of hope.

How can people stay sane in a world that makes no sense?

No matter how invisible I feel, I will always be wrapped in the memory of life as a captive. —Quebrado

Slavery all day, and then, suddenly, by nightfall- freedom!

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All women are misfits. We do not fit into this world without amputations.

I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again.

She would not be robbed of her ability to support herself, to do good work in the world, justly, compassionately.

With living creatures / one must begin very early / to dwarf their growth : / the bound feet, / the crippled brain, / the hair curlers, / the hands you / love to touch.

Drifting with things is a habit it takes almost dying to break.

A strong woman is a woman who craves love like oxygen or she turns blue choking. A strong woman is a woman who loves strongly and weeps strongly and is strongly terrified and has strong needs. A strong woman is strong in words, in action, in connection, in feeling; she is not strong as a stone but as a wolf suckling her young. Strength is not in her, but she enacts it as the wind fills a sail.

i find it easy to admire in trees what depresses me in people

A strong woman is a woman determined to do something others are determined not be done