Quotes About Resilience

They forced you to have kids?" the man asked. "One of them surprised me," she said. "It made me pregnant, then told me about it. Said it was giving me what I wanted but would never come out and ask for." "Was it?" "Yes." She shook her head from side to side. "Oh, yes. But if I had the strength not to ask, it should have had the strength to let me alone.

We're sliding into undirected negative change, and what's worse, we're getting used to it.

Slaves did that two hundred years ago. They sneaked around and educated themselves as best they could, sometimes suffering whipping, sale, or mutilation for their efforts.

Why do you keep trying to kill yourself?" I hadn't expected an answer so I was surprised when she spoke quietly. "Most of the time living just isn't worth the trouble.

She went to him. She adjusted, became a quieter more subdued person. She didn't kill, but she died a little.

ALIVE! Still alive. Alive … again. Awakening was hard, as always. The ultimate disappointment. It was a struggle to take in enough air to drive off nightmare sensations of asphyxiation. Lilith Iyapo lay gasping, shaking with the force of her effort.

We're fifteen! What can we do?' 'We can get ready. That's what we've got to do now. Get ready for what's going to happen, get ready to survive it, get ready to make a life afterward. Get focused on arranging to survive so that we can do more than just get batted around by crazy people, desperate people, thugs, and leaders who don't know what they're doing!

We'll adapt. We'll have to. God is Change. Strange how much it helps me to remember that.

It hurts like hell," I warned. He shrugged. "Most things do.

We walk the highways and scrounge and scavenge and ask for work, and all of that reminds people that what's happened to us can happen to them. They don't like to think about stuff like that, so they get mad at us. They make the cops arrest us or run us out of town.

It's scary, but once you get past the fear, it's easy.

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. But things have changed a lot, and they'll change more. Things are always changing. This is just one of the big jumps instead of the little step-by-step changes that are easier to take. People have changed the climate of the world. Now they're waiting for the old days to come back.

Nehemiah, chapter four, Verse 14: "And I looked and rose up and said unto the nobles, and to the rulers, and to the rest of the people, be not afraid of them: remember the Lord which is great and terrible, and fight for your brethren, your sons, and your daughters, your wives and your houses." Interesting. Interesting that Dad had that verse ready, and that Cory recognized it. Maybe they've had this conversation before.

Nothing is going to save us. If we don't save ourselves, we're dead.

Of course they would come back, or others would come. That would happen no matter what. And Cory was right. The next thieves might not lose their guns and run away. So what? Should we lie in our beds and let them take all we had and hope they were content with stripping our gardens? How long does a thief stay content? And what's it like to starve?

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.

L'intelligenza è adattabilità, costante e individuale.

From what I've read the world goes crazy every three or four decades. The trick is to survive until it goes sane again.

L'avevo sentito morire e non ero morta. Avevo sentito il suo dolore come se fosse un essere umano, la sua vita divampare e spegnersi, eppure ero ancora viva.

Thanks to Paracetco

Act as a kind of gang? No. Not quite a gang. We aren't gang types. I don't want gang types with their need to dominate, rob and terrorize. And yet we might have to dominate. We might have to rob to survive, and even terrorize to scare off or kill enemies. We'll have to be very careful how we allow our needs to shape us. But we must have arable land, a dependable water supply, and enough freedom from attack to let us establish ourselves and grow.

Dalle sue ceneri una fenice prima deve bruciare.

PRODIGY IS, AT ITS essence, adaptability and persistent, positive obsession. Without persistence, what remains is an enthusiasm of the moment. Without adaptability, what remains may be channeled into destructive fanaticism. Without positive obsession, there is nothing at all. EARTHSEED: THE BOOKS OF THE LIVING by Lauren Oya Olamina

What's your point?" "The changes." I thought for a moment. "They were slow changes compared to anything that might happen here, but it took a plague to make some of the people realize that things could change.