Quotes About Resilience

So often, life isn't what we expect—or want—it to be. I know this isn't the most profound statement, but it's true—shit happens . . . and we just either have to soldier on . . . or not.

She pulled herself through the narrow window into the darkness, midwife to her own rebirth.

Pioneers may be picturesque figures, but they are often rather lonely ones.

They were tales of commonplace courage and optimism, for I knew from my own experience that everyday virtues endure best, and that quiet courage is worth more than the grandest derring-do.

When his dream proved to be more than he could handle, he didn't become discouraged. He simply recognized his limitations and decided to live happily within them.

He refuses to let bitterness poison his heart. He chooses instead to believe in the healing power of love.

So what accounts for the enduring popularity of these stories where nothing happens on a grand scale, where characters engage in endless small talk and the protagonists suffer in silence and only reveal their true feelings at the very end of the tale?

Gratitude for bullets dodged is much healthier than self-pity or regret.

The Good Humor man can only be pushed so far.

I will not get very far with this attitude.

A woman is like a tea bag--you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.

You know you're an Arizona native when you "hug" a cactus only once in your lifetime.

Once, it was so damned dry, the bushes followed the dogs around.

I am very thankful that man took one look at me showing with a baby coming along, with my hair falling down, and the broom lying at a mound of broken glass, and supper boiling over on the stove, April wearing a dirty pinafore screaming for me to hold her, and just then the baby in my arms spit up all over me, and he said, You know . . .I'd be kindly obliged if you'd let me have supper some other time.

hard work is still peace compared to what can worry a person on the inside.

Low down dirty ornery rotten skunk of a cussed mule-headed soldier! What's he want with my book anyway? And what kind of a way is that to write a congratulations? I am so mad I could walk clear to that fort and take him on single handed.

My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop and read it.

I am my own tapestry, then, made as I could for myself. Some holes in my fabric have been made by others, some torn by chance. Missing threads in the weave represent all those I have loved who died so long before me

We'll I'd like to see the woman that wouldn't defend her kin any way possible, and see what she's made of. Anyone who hasn't got some backbone has no business trying to live in the Territories.

It's easy to act honorable when things are coming along and all your pastures are green."Sarah Agnes Prine

We move on like stone statues. I feel like my legs are made of wooden branches and my heart is a hard rock inside. For days I do not even tie up my hair and it flows around me like an Indian's. I can't find my bonnet and my traveling clothes are ragged and so is my soul.

Nancy E. Turner

A nice girl should never go anywhere without a loaded gun and a big knife." ~ Sarah Agnes Prine

Mama told me to make a special point to remember the best times of my life. There are so many hard things to live through, and latching on to the good things will give you strength to endure, she says. So I must remember this day. It is beautiful and this seems like the best time to live and the best place