Quotes About Resilience

We must continue to open in the face of tremendous opposition. No one is encouraging us to open and still we must peel away the layers of the heart.

There is no failure—just a big field to wander in.

Jump in, no excuses. Exert the force of your life. Persevere under all circumstances.

If you are not afraid of the voices inside you, you will not fear the critics outside you.

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make it so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, or drop a jar of applesauce.

When you fail you learn from the mistakes you made and it motivates you to work even harder.

Divorce was very sad, obviously, but now I've gotten over it.

And in the stockyard, beasts did climb their barriers.

At Maddox Table a yoke was carved for my neck, was tailor made.

The whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down and down. And there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. It's not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing in until my ribs are crushed, and then my organs, my heart and liver and stomach....

Jonah's breath came fast and shallow. I reached for his hand. He turned his face to me, his eyes wide with panic. Two frozen ponds. A boy screamed and pounded on the surface, trapped under the ice. Panicking. Trying to break through. But his screams faded, his fists flailed, and he slipped away into the dark. The boy was gone. Nothing left but the ice, clear and smooth enough to skate on.

I don't care, I don't care, I don't care what they think.

he's stuck with them, so he makes the best of a bad situation. he's a hero because he makes something good out of a life he doesn't want.

its more a trance, jonah said. the whole world is pressing in on me, like a weight on my chest, slowly pushing me down ans down. and there's nothing between me and this weight but my flimsy skin. Its not enough. It won't protect me. It doesn't keep anything out. The outside will keep pressing until my ribs are crushed.

Selbst wenn ich wollte, könnte ich mich nicht mehr in die alte Schneekugel zurückquetschen, in der mich jeder haben will. Das Glas ist längst zerbrochen.

You don't need cry for others its worthless.

Stop the B.S. (BLocking Your Spirit) and Start Living a Life You Love!

How not to think of loss, how it takes hold and grows: like lacuna snails, slow and deliberate, on a reed? Why is everything I see the past I've tried to forget?

How can I see anything but this: how trauma lives in the sea of my body, awash in the waters of forgetting.

It was her stunning blend of confidence and competence that inspired them, her indomitable will, her ability to bend a harsh landscape to her own ends, to do what needed to be done to provide for herself and her family every day, without fail.

Put bluntly, it doesn't matter how much "failure" you've experienced if you decide to respond to it constructively. And sometimes maybe "responding to it constructively" means you ignore it altogether.

Breathing for Warriors,

it doesn't matter how much "failure" you've experienced if you decide to respond to it constructively.

Everything else can be taken from you, but this power to choose what you think, what you remember, and what you believe about yourself is untouchable.