Quotes About Resilience

Mam) ignorant as a thistle, married to a drunk and pushing out baby after baby, each of which had to be clothed and fed until it grew up and left, or died.

C'è sempre qualcosa che arriva a spezzarti il cuore, anche quando pensi che non ci sia più niente da spezzare.

A vihar elÅ'tti csend pont jó kifejezésnek t?nt arra, ahogy akkor és ott beugrott: akármilyen boldog voltam is abban a percben, de az addigi életem hozzászoktatott, hogy a dolgok nem úgy alakulnak, mint a szabványos hollywoodi könnyvfakasztóban. A vak lányt nem az év Oscar-várományosa játssza, a nyomorék fiú nem kezd csodálatos módon járni, és nem vigyorogva megy haza a tömeg.

Io so come ci si sente a essere sfigurati e devastati, solo che stavolta tutto questo sta fuori di me. A ogni modo, ho scoperto che combattere è la cosa che mi viene meglio

Che ti piaccia o no, le cose succedono e una volta che cominciano a succedere devi solo tenere duro e stare a vedere dove ti mollano quando finiscono.

I should have liked this particular story to end with me settled happily ever after in the hut on the island, but it didn't happen. It wasn't long before I had to face the fact that I was living in the sea.

Tennis, as we know, was not my sport. Sport, in fact, was not my sport.

There were times when everybody in the house has the flu. You're cleaning up vomit and it's 2 in the morning, and you're wishing there was somebody else there to help you.

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to the Stop & Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

Apparently, something can happen inside someone you love—it can just happen somehow—and like magic she thinks that she's had enough, and that the way the two of you have been for a really long time is no longer worth the effort. Does that sound familiar to anyone.

Because the truth is, the world will probably whittle your daughter down. But a mother never should.

And I also know that pain can seem like an endless ribbon. You pull it and you pull it. You keep gathering it toward you, and as it collects, you really can't believe that there's something else at the end of it. Something that isn't just more pain. But there's always something else at the end; something at least a little different. You never know what that thing will be, but it's there.

People did what they could, as powerfully as they could, until they couldn't do it anymore. There wasn't much time.

It seemed that everywhere you went, people quickly adapted to the way they had to live, and called it Life.

if you hold on, if you force yourself as hard as you can to find some kind of patience in the middle of all your impatience, things can change.

The past is so tenacious.

Everyone simply had to wait patiently in order to lose the people they loved one by one, all the while acting as if they weren't waiting for that at all.

oh boo hoo , everyone's life was hard, and if you'd survived the hardship, why write about it? Survival itself was enough.

When do I stop? When I'm tewnty-five? Thirty? Thirty-five? Forty? Or right this minute? Nobody tell s you how long you should keep doing something before you give up forever.

Because as you get older, life sort of eats away at you like battery acid, and all the things you once loved are suddenly harder to find. And when you do find them, you don't have time to enjoy them anymore, you know?

Everyone knows how women soldier on, how women dream up blueprints, recipes, ideas for a better world, and then sometimes lose them on the way to the crib in the middle of the night, on the way to Stop and Shop, or the bath. They lose them on the way to greasing the path on which their husband and children will ride serenely through life.

In the old days of Take Back the Night, you could march with other women and feel that all the rapists of the world were small and powerless.

I think having the knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.

So many people don't even know what hits them when they grow up. They feel clobbered over the head the minute the first thing goes wrong, and they spend the rest of their lives trying to avoid pain at all costs. But you all know that avoiding pain is impossible. And I think having that knowledge, plus the experiences you've lived through, make you definitely not fragile. They make you brave.