Quotes About Resilience

Vinc d'un estiu amb massa pluges, però duc foc a l'arrell de les ungles

Rah-e-talab mein girey hote munh ke bal hum bhi Shikasta-paayi ne apni hamein sambhaal liya

Children of the mentally ill learn early on how not to be a bother, especially if they grew up with neglect. As my sister insisted once, when she was in severe pain after injuring her ankle, 'This isn't me! This is not who I am!

Broken trust can heal more quickly than most of us have thought, too. And it's worth it, because whoever coined the expression The broken places are stronger where they heal is absolutely right when it comes to trust.

If only you look, you'll find that right in that hole is something you've desperately needed to complete your journey successfully. And you wouldn't have found it if you hadn't fallen in that hole.

If not, you'll just keep falling into holes until you can grasp the gift cosmos keeps on trying to give you.

The bad event gave you the strength you needed in your foundation to make possible the next wonderful thing in your life.

An interviewer once asked me if I could sum up everything I know about psychology in ten words or less. I said, "Hell, I can do it in two words: People cope.

Our capacity to forgive is our superpower.

It's that keeping the heart open, even in hell, makes space for the Beloved. It is in the darkest nights of our souls, when all we know is that we know nothing, that the presence of the sacred may quietly well up, mingling with our pain and connecting us to a love that will never die.

I hurtled myself against it before realizing I had to press down the latch.

I was patience defined, patience misspelled, patience sounded out slowly, letter by letter, with the t pronounced "shh.

I had a joint once and I didn't feel right for a whole year.

But as the sun rose I crested the mountain of my self-pity and remembered I was always going to die at the end of this life anyway.

i had no money for the bus, so i walked. it was an incredible distance. a horse would get tired galloping there. when birds flew there, it was called migration.

I guess that's true, you really can't complain, can you?

I'm trying to be brave 'cause when I'm brave other people feel brave but I feel like my heart is caving in.

In my essence, I am a stone, unmoving for ten thousand years, unless picked up and moved.

My mom was always saying: 'Be whatever you want to be, but stick with it. Don't waver. Don't change who you are for anybody.'

?i ce masc? de tifon, ce m?nu?i chirurgicale te-ar putea proteja de infec?ia emanat? de amintire?

Y mírame ahora, en mi escondrijo, un ovillo de harapos y cartílagos por cuya mente o corazón nadie apostaría, porque a mí nadie puede ya quitarme nada.

And I realize how useless wails are and how gratuitous melancholy is.

If one lives to a grand old age, loss is an accepted part of life. It comes with the territory

We increase our suffering through our attempts to avoid it