Quotes About Resilience

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

Life does just go on, and you change, and you can't go back. You have to live it the way it comes.

Press on, regardless.

I'd like to think Helen very much understood what it was to be disadvantaged in the medical field. And that that was something that she never let dictate her choices.

I am convinced, the longer I live, that life and its blessings are not so entirely unjustly distributed as when we are suffering greatly we are inclined to suppose.

Pain nourishes courage. You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.

You can't be brave if you've only had wonderful things happen to you.

Take chances, make mistakes. That's how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave.

If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them

My dear sister, go on steadily and quietly; if our dear Lord means you to run, He will "strengthen your heart." ST. FRANCIS DE SALES.

Peace in this life springs from acquiescence even in disagreeable things, not in an exemption from bearing them. FRANÇOIS DE LA MOTHE FÉNELON.

You had better make up your mind to accept what you cannot alter. You can live a beautiful life in the midst of your present circumstances.

Nothing is intolerable that is necessary.

My father was a soldier and my mother was a great mover. She once counted up how many places she had lived in during the first 25 years of her marriage and it came to 20.

Success is measured not in how much we accomplish, but in how much we overcome.

Children, I grant, should be innocent but when the epithet is applied to men, or women, it is but a civil term for weakness.

Madness strips you of memory and leaves you scrabbling around on the floor of your brain for the snatches and snippets of what happened, what was said, and when.

And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.

My bones are brittle, my heart weak and erratic, my esophagus and stomach riddled with ulcers, my reproductive system shot, my immune system useless... I'm not going to have a happy ending.

In truth, you like the pain. You like it because you believe you deserve it.

There was a time when I was unable to get out of bed because my body, its muscles eating themselves away, refused to sit up. There was a time when the lies rolled off my tongue with ease, when it was far more important to me to self-destruct than to admit I had a problem, let alone allow anyone to help.

I'm sick. It's true. It isn't going to go away. All my life, I've thought that if I just worked hard enough, it would. I've always thought that if I just pulled myself together, I'd be a good person, a calm person, a person like everyone else.

Someone speaks in soft tones to me and says I am psychotic, but it's going to be all right. I put on my hat, unperturbed, and ask for some crayons.

After a lifetime of silence, it is difficult then to speak.