Quotes About Resilience

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 to read it.

Children] just cannot be sad too long, it is not in them, as children mourn in little bits here and there like patchwork in their lives.

Living is getting knocked down time and again, then standing up time and again, and once more. It's easy to act honorable when things are coming along and all your pastures are green. Plenty difficult when the ground is dried and burned and people have connived to take even that from you. I'll sell this place, or I'll lose it. I'll go on. People who don't have hard times aren't living.

Getting out of bed is a good way to leave your troubles behind.

Tam Lin says rabbits give up when they're caught by coyotes [...]. He says they consent to die because their animals and can't understand hope. But humans are different. They fight against death no matter how bad things seem, and sometimes, even when everything's against them, they win.

Quests always have their ups and downs,' rumbled the giant. 'The point is never to give up, even if you're falling off a cliff. You never know what might happen on the way to the bottom.

No podemos encerrarnos en un armario como estos libros, pero eso es lo que va a pasar cuando volvamos a clase.

It'll be okay. There are a lot of unfair things in this world, and gay people certainly come in for their share of them—but so do lots of other people, and besides, it doesn't really matter. What matters is the truth of loving, of two people finding each other. That's what's important, and don't you forget it.

Look," she said quietly, "I can't lie to you and say that losing our jobs like this is easy. It isn't. But the point is that it'll be okay; we'll be okay. And we want to know that you will be, too.

Ms. Widmer smiled lovingly at Ms. Stevenson. "The important thing is," she said, "that we got through that time, too, and we're still together.

Don't punish yourselves for people's ignorant reactions to what we all are. Don't let ignorance win. Let love.

And Annie showed me how ailanthus trees grow under subway and sewer gratings, stretching toward the sun, making shelter in the summer, she said, laughing, for the small dragons that live under the streets.

Ugh! Young girls, they should laugh. Life's bad enough when you're grown, you might as well laugh when you're young.

there we were sitting moodily on a cold bench saying "I'm sorry" to each other for things we couldn't help.

Maybe as times get worse we get better. Our pain makes us feel other peoples too; our fear lets us practice valor; we are tense, and tender as well. And among the things we can no longer afford are things we never really wanted anyway...

It is not the critic who counts, not the one who points out how the strong man stumbled," he argued. "The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred with sweat and dust and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again . . . who, if he wins, knows the triumph of high achievement; and who, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly.

He would say, 'I have a strong wife, you know, people don't realize how strong Ruth is.

How can something make you so weak and so strong at the same time?

We are defined by how we react to setbacks.

When I said no, she stood in the light. When I gave up, she said 'forever'.

Sometimes the hardest thing you have to do is fight when you'd rather just give up. You can't give up. No matter what. Not even if your heart is breaking. Not even if everything and everyone you love has been taken from you. You must keep going. Because sometimes, the fight is all you have.

Il vaut mieux être optimiste, de toute façon, car les pessimistes souffrent à deux reprises : d'abord à l'avance, puis quand le malheur arrive.

He sees dilapidated three- and four-story concrete blocks, their walls painted in peeling pastel colors and streaked with graffiti, and because of the corrugated tin roofs, he again thinks of the reserve, which he also doesn't know. Sunlight. Black people staring at him. Tropical greenery. Tough dusty roots and grasses, leaves and vines. Gutted buildings. Ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA, ta, ta-da DA. Cement walls give onto gapingly empty ideas of rooms.

All pain is translatable, from the toothache of a dental assistant in Idaho to natural catastrophes like the floods in China.