Quotes About Resilience

Fear is that little darkroom where negatives are developed.

Of course it's not simple. Who said it was simple? But you know what? Lots of loose ends don't ever get tied up. Play the hand you're dealt. Move on.

T]hey had killed him. [...] Murdered him, except he would not die. Would not die, he vowed, because he would live to kill his killers.

The revenant, he knew, searched for him.

Lots of loose ends don't ever get tied up. Play the hand you're dealt. Move on." Kiowa

They stood there for a while, with no sound but the flapping of the flag. "It's not that simple, Kiowa." "Of course it's not simple. Who said it was simple? But you know what? Lots of loose ends don't ever get tied up. Play the hand you're dealt. Move on." Kiowa

He would crawl until his body could support a crutch. If he only made three miles a day, so be it. Better to have those three miles behind him than ahead.

Still, he thought, there was no luck at all in standing still. The next morning he would crawl forward again. If luck wouldn't find him, he would do his best to make his own.

Michael Punke

Misfortune seemed to hang on him like day-before smoke.

Of course it's not simple. Who said it was simple? But you know what? Lots of loose ends don't ever get tied up. Play the hand you're dealt. Move on." Kiowa

Blood oozed from deep puncture wounds at his neck and shoulder. His right arm flopped unnaturally. From the middle of his back to his waist, the bear's raking claws left deep, parallel cuts. It reminded Harris of tree trunks he had seen where bears mark their territory, only these marks were etched in flesh instead of wood. On the back of Glass's thigh, blood seeped through his buckskin breeches. Harris

Reaching Fort Brazeau seemed markedly anticlimactic. True, it was a milestone. Yet for Glass the fort did not mark a finish line to cross with elation, but rather a starting line to cross with resolve.

We must believe we are capable of transcending evil, of not needing to hide in the darkness or surrender to our basest fears.

Faith is the ability to endure.

To surrender to callousness or despair in the face of such sorrow was to be revealed as its accomplice.

At first I was surprised by how hard it was for our church to navigate all this.

Remember, the worst hour of your life only lasts for sixty minutes. (292)

Sometimes friends do foolish things. My father told me that true friends are like gold coins. Ships are wrecked by storms and lie for hundreds of years on the ocean floor. Worms destroy the wood. Iron corrodes. Silver turns black but gold doesn't change in sea water. It loses none of its brilliance or colour. It comes up the same. It survives shipwrecks and time.

We need the darkness to appreciate the light, and the bumps along the road to stop us falling asleep at the wheel.

The worst hour of your life is only sixty minutes long

There is a moment when all hope disappears, all pride is gone, all expectations, all faith, all desire.

Some people are born to suffer. It never stops for them, not for a second .... they are made for it - sustained by it.

Today was not ours, but there's always tomorrow.