Quotes About Resilience

In the end, it is our defiance that redeems us. If wolves had a religion – if there was a religion of the wolf – that it is what it would tell us.

Nietzsche tells us: be strong. What does not kill me makes me stronger.

A writer keeps going despite what awaits the effort, the detours, ruts, curves & unexpected roadblocks. The road is clear. Drive on

A writer has two choices: either write or curl up and die.

realizes a huge metal tray cart has overturned. The floor is piled with plastic trays and debris. The moment of shock evaporates. People help the cafeteria workers pull the cart upright and slide trays back into the racks. Last night's shotgun blast tramples through Adrian's thoughts. The

Childhood is what you spend the rest of your life trying to overcome …

You can't just shove the past aside. It stays with you, whether you want to acknowledge it or not.

Harness your dragons. Turn them into stories.

Every good story challenges the protagonist, and the reader.

Mark Rubinstein

Son, in life you do not fight battles because you expect to win... ...you fight them merely because they need to be fought. -Snagglepuss

When we are afraid we ought not to occupy ourselves with endeavoring to prove that there is no danger, but in strengthening ourselves to go on in spite of the danger.

She fell upward into brilliance, where all suffering was released.

Yes, we shall win in the end; but the road will be long and red with monstrous martyrdoms." Oscar Wilde, 1897, on his release from Reading Gaol

The prevailing mood was one of sullen desperation; poverty fluttered along behind us like a rag caught in the carriage door.

I turn and kick with the first one and feel myself being lifted and thrown towards the beach. It's like wrestling with an old friend, tumbling underneath then coming up for air.

By making a comeback, I'm changing the attitude of people toward me. If I'd known that people would react so enthusiastically, I'd have done it years ago.

Real life doesn't skip the rough stuff.

Life following Christ is not supposed to be a ride. It's supposed to be a fight because there is a very specific villain—and if we don't fight, he wins. If our Christianity aims only for pretty and pleasant and happy and rich, the Enemy becomes the victor.

Now you invent the boat of your flesh and set it upon the watersand drift in the gradual swell, in the laboring salt.Now you look down. The waters of childhood are there.

So many silent battles are waged By those who sit alone and wait, and by those who delay.

I want bad girls to win.

The Hill I have come this far on my own legs, missing the bus, missing taxis, climbing always. One foot in front of the other, that is the way I do it. It does not bother me, the way the hill goes on. Grass beside the road, a tree rattling its black leaves. So what? The longer I walk, the farther I am from everything. One foot in front of the other. The hours pass. One foot in front of the other. The years pass. The colors of arrival fade. That is the way I do it.

And if it happens that you cannot go on or turn back and you find yourself where you will be at the end, tell yourself in that final flowing of cold through your limbs that you love what you are. — Mark Strand, from "Lines for Winter," Selected Poems . (Knopf September 26, 1990)