Quotes About Resilience

Of course one wants to feel better. But are we willing to have new experiences? Are we willing to work for it? Do we want it bad enough?

In the only way that pain can be truly remembered, through a new pain.

Nothing that ever happens in life can take away the fact that I am me. So I have to go on being me.

Beyond the room, the night was lashing itself to an impotent fury of wind and rain. Mary thought how strange it was to think that only a few inches of wall separated the placid cosiness of the sitting-room from the howling, streaming darkness. Houses were very defiant things.

When life sucks, throw yourself into art.

In the middle of a wrist's suicide slash-line, below the layered skin and above the pulse, there's an acupuncture point that says, Get back to who you were meant to be. This is the heart spot, the center. Your whole life the skin on that place will stay closest to being a baby's skin, as close as you can get anymore to the way you started, the way you once thought you'd always be.

She didn't call. That was good. If she called, she'd have a chance to cancel.

Where we grew up, we didn't learn how to live. We learned how to bury the land, seal life off. There was an unacknowledged backdrop to being a kid on land that was fast turning into strip malls, when you loved trees and a silent corporate presence kept showing up to knock the trees down. It was the helpless sense that everything you ever loved could be destroyed, without debate.

If you can't stand the heat in the kitchen, keep cooking. Success comes from repeatedly doing things that make you uncomfortable.

Wise Child: Why don't you beat me then? Juniper: I can't be bothered.

You always feel someone must be to blame when you are cold or miserable or frightened…It may not be so at all – it is just the weather of life – but even if they are to blame…does it matter?

I'll always be damaged in a way. I had hoped that I could completely heal those cracks, but I'm starting to think the real trick is learning to live a full life in spite of them. Cracked people are everywhere, and so I can forgive myself for being overly anxious or easily frightened. But I will no longer allow myself to be swallowed by my past. I insist on having the happiest life I can muster, and I am in control of that now.

Knowing there is no cavalry is much better than hoping for a cavalry that never comes. I am strong because I have to be. I am the cavalry. (314)

Just as Sarah Keeler had taught me that children die, Wendy taught me that you don't have to wade through the insanity; you can get off the bus. This scared me so much that a sweaty panic swept over me. From that moment on I knew it was possible to end my own life. (157)

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't angry some days. But I really have worked hard to put a lot of the anger and disappointment in the past.

Losses may make us feel as if time had stopped. Families may close down, attempting to control those aspects of their world over which they still have some power, since in the one area that really matters --- human relationships --- they have lost a sense of control.

Baby No Matter What You Do ; Im Going To Stay Standing =)

A single task won't crush your spirit. Give yourself a break

These bruised people shored me up, and I wanted them near me, not because misery loved company but because the business of human striving felt common to us all. In this was the presence of God.

Experimenté algo todavía más cruel, más refinadamente cruel. En pleno invierno, cuando no hay luz nunca y el sol no aparece ni por asomo, me enviaron junto con otros presos a construir un muro con piedras tan pesadas que costaba levantarlas. Un día nos obligaban a construirlo y al día siguiente nos ordenaban que destruyéramos lo erigido; y así una y otra vez. La mayor tortura de todas las que he vivido consistía en la inutilidad de un trabajo sobrehumano.

I smiled faintly. One word: badass. I want to be Jericho Barrons when I grow up." - Feverborn (Fever, #8)

And so, like a courtesan, forced to perform the dance of the seven veils, I grudgingly reveal the names, one by one, of the cities that have carved their names into me, leaving behind the scar tissue that forms the bulk of who I am.

Despite all the evils they wished to crush me with/ I remain as steady as the three-legged cauldron.

There was a time you when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember... You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.