Quotes About Resilience

to be aware of a place where blackness was not a mark of slavery.

We're an adaptable species," she said, refusing to be stopped, "but it's wrong to inflict suffering just because your victim can endure it." "Learn

It's amazing what we can do if we simply refuse to give up.

Thus, when her enemies came to kill her, she knew more about surviving than they did about killing. And

I couldn't really let her come all the way back. I couldn't let her return to what she was, I couldn't let her come back whole and that, I think, really symbolizes her not coming back whole. Antebellum slavery didn't leave people quite whole.

Just struggling with my own perversity.

Se sono tuoi, stabilisci tu le regole. A chi importa che cosa ne pensano i giocattoli? Spazza via l'intera famiglia di un giocattolo, poi dagliene una nuova. I bambini giocattolo, come i figli di Giobbe, sono intercambiabili.

You do everything they tell you," she wept, "and they still treat you like a old dog. Go here, open your legs; go there, bust your back. What they care! I ain't s'pose to have no feelin's!

I saw a woman die in childbirth once," he said. I nodded. "I never saw it, but I kept hearing about it happening. It was pretty common back then, I guess. Poor medical care or none at all." "No, medical care had nothing to do with the case I saw. This woman's master strung her up by her wrists and beat her until the baby came out of her—dropped onto the ground.

God is Change, and in the end, God prevails. But God exists to be shaped. It isn't enough for us to just survive, limping along, playing business as usual while things get worse and worse. If that's the shape we give to God, then someday we must become too weak—too poor, too hungry, too sick—to defend ourselves. Then we'll be wiped out.

For myself …In my years, I have seen that people must be their own gods and make their own good fortune. The bad will come or not come anyway.

If God is Change, then... then who loves us? Who cares about us? Who cares for us?" "We care for one another," I said. "We care for ourselves and one another.

We couldn't survive as a people if we were always confined to one ship or one world.

And what? You think it's going to get sane? It's never been sane. You just have to go ahead and live, no matter what." I didn't know what to say, so I kissed

God is Change, and in the end, God prevails. But God exists to be shaped. It isn't enough for us to just survive, limping along, playing business as usual while things get worse and worse. If that's the shape we give to God, then someday we must become too weak—too poor, too hungry, too sick—to defend ourselves. Then we'll be wiped out. There has to be more that we can do, a better destiny that we can shape. Another place. Another way. Something!

She had learned to keep her sanity by accepting things as she found them, adapting herself to new circumstances by putting aside the old ones whose memories might overwhelm her.

Moral: The weak can overcome the strong if the weak persist. Persisting isn't always safe, but it's often necessary.

Because as much as I want all that I said to be true, it isn't. We'll be moved, all right. It's just a matter of when, by whom, and in how many pieces.

Comecei a escrever sobre poder porque era algo que eu tinha muito pouco

I walked down the middle of the street looking and listening and trying to avoid potholes and chunks of broken asphalt. There was little other trash. Anything that would burn, people would use as fuel. Anything that could be reused or sold had been gathered. Cory used to comment on that. Poverty, she said, had made the streets cleaner.

Opening and closing her jacket, her hand touched the long scar across her abdomen. She had acquired it somehow between her second and third Awakenings, had examined it fearfully, wondering what had been done to her. What had she lost or gained, and why?

Moral: The weak can overcome the strong if the weak persist. Persisting isn't always safe, but it's often necessary.

They say detailed news doesn't matter. Since we can't change the stupid, greedy, vicious things that powerful people do, they think we should try to ignore them. No matter how many times we're forced to admit we can't really hide, some of us still find ways to try. Well, we can't hide. So it's best to pay attention to what goes on. The more we know, the better able we'll be to survive.

Our adults haven't been wiped out by a plague so they're still anchored in the past, waiting for the good old days to come back.