Quotes About Resilience

Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You've been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you.

The devil is who torments good folks in the night. He whispers doubt in your ear. He stirs up anger. He picks at any little mistake you've made, or thinks you've made, and blows it up big. That's Satan, stirring and stirring trouble, like a pot he's trying to boil over, hoping he can spill sin through your soul and slop it all over the people around you.

I like the idea of having a family, but I'd've preferred a less troublesome one. One where I get shot or drowned less often.

For a year afterward the children ran to hide themselves whenever a car backfired or a plane was flying overhead, screaming, "The FBIs are coming.

Sioux and elephants never forget.

For this reason, white historians think that there was no sun-dancing among the Sioux between 1883 and the 1930s, but they are wrong. The dance simply went underground. During all that time, every year some Sioux, somewhere, performed the ceremony. Henry

Never harbor regrets. Such useless emotions detract from an avowed purpose. Spare neither tears nor sentiment, which sap strength and energy. Rather, shake the dust of encumbering people and places from your feet and march bravely into the future. We are the women of the world, and we will not be denied.

Without hope," he had said, "the rest is impossible.

Growth comes in the aftermath of failure, not wild success.

Rain falls on everyone, lightning strikes some. What cannot be changed is best forgotten. God made the world, and He saw that it was good. Not fair. Not happy. Not perfect. Good.

The sparrow still falls.

People were so fragile, so easily broken, so hard to put back together. "Mr.

I was in a temper fit to blow the lid off a kettle of boiling water. And who wouldn't be? Since sunup, I'd been doing chores. I'd milked the cow, hauled two buckets of water from the well, fed the chickens, and then fought the hens for their eggs. Now I was down on my knees, sweat-soaked and bug-bitten, yanking weeds from the vegetable patch. My hands were caked with mud, and my nose was burned as red as a strawberry.

I told you before--you mustn't let Edward scare you. He's a bully and a coward. What would Frank Merriwell do if he were you?" Frank Merriwell--I was thoroughly sick of hearing that name.

Now is not the time for my attitude to come out of hiding.

We cannot let the haters of this world define us. Or frighten us into no longer being ourselves.

We grow when the walls press in. We grow when life steals our control. We grow in darkness.

God's heart…is not that we escape our lot, but that we learn to thrive in the midst of it.

I understand true life doesn't happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others.

Look how He's dusted me off and set me on my feet two hundred and fifty bazillion times. I'm fanatically in love with Him. So if this is true, I need to shed my need-for-everyone-to-like-me coat in favor of His robe of redemption, His mantle of humble submission.

When God wants to do an impossible task, He takes an impossible person and breaks her.

Jesus wastes none of our stories, even our tales of woe. He transforms them into epic adventures where we dare to face our past for the sake of our present.

When I've been in my dramatic states, friends who look beyond my spiraling downward are quick (and kind) to remind me of what is good in my life. They tell me the truth. This world is not all about me, nor am I just about to slip off the precipice of sadness. They help me see the blessings in the mess, the beauty underlying the mayhem. And when I have a dramatic friend, I can also offer this same perspective.

I realized that what I feared the most had materialized, yet I survived.