Quotes About Resilience

Rodolfo, su hijo, trató de retenerlo, Reyes se zafó. «La suerte está echada», dicen que dijo, y puso su caballo al trote; «por imprudente y engreído», diría Mondragón más tarde.

Quizá el mejor resumen de lo que la chinaca significó en aquellos años terribles para la república de 1864 y 1865 esté en la frase de Eduardo Ruiz que caracteriza a una fuerza inmune a la derrota: "México perdiendo gana, si no es hoy será mañana".

El pasado retornaba en oleadas; huracanado pasado de mierda. Ni que fuera tan importante. Ni que valiera para nada más que para estar ahí depositado, sedimentado en la memoria, diciendo que ya no somos los que fuimos.

La muerte era… Trató de encontrar la palabra. Insolente. La muerte era una pinche insolencia. Un descaro. Él era simplemente terco. Palabras sueltas. Ideas sencillas.

La de la Revolución Mexicana es una historia en la que mucho se mata y mucho se muere, en la que la vida humana parece valer muy poco y la supervivencia es tan accidental y casual como la muerte. Avitia rescata las frases en un corrido terrible: 'Como saben que en México se mata y que a diario se muere por acá'.

Come se l'unica cosa che ognuno di noi ha imparato, è che in questa immensità le tenacia dei buoni resta rannicchiata, in agguato.

My brothers, my brother-in-laws, they're always telling me what a goodhearted guy I am. Well, you don't get goodhearted by accident. You get kicked around long enough you get to be a real professor of pain. I know exactly how you feel. And I also want you to know I'm having a very good time with you now and really enjoying myself. So you see, you're not such a dog as you think

ease up. the day was rued when we came upon it, or when it came upon us, and beheld us marring the horizon, sitting here like unconquerable savages, men missing their dogs and talking pointlessly unless talk to the dead. let's sharpen something.

I always thought that what Rajima did with those cast-off peels was a metaphor for how she dealt with her arranged marriage. She transformed those peels, with palm sugar for sweetness and tamarind for tang, into something precious.

Hearing doctors tell you that you can't get pregnant does not extinguish the hope.

She had sculpted the mist, the way those who have no choice do. She had willed a life for the two of us in a new land.

When you hear pleasant or unpleasant words, understand them to be an empty resounding, like an echo. When you encounter severe misfonune and misery, understand it to be a temporary occurrence, a deluded experience. Recognize that the innate nature is never apart from you.

Strive after the Good before thou art in danger, before pain masters thee and thy mind loses its keeness

Have courage and do not fear the assaults of the Devil. Remember this forever; it is a healthy sign if the devil shouts and roars around your conscience, since this shows that he is not inside your will.

God did raise a finger to stop you. Here I am. Guess which finger." ~Emma Jane Hellsbane, /Hellsbane series Book 1/

It's not like I can change any of it now. I can only use the experience to avoid such situations in the future.

When sisters stand shoulder to shoulder, who stands a chance against us?

The courage of very ordinary people is all that stands between us and the dark.

It's pretty easy to be grateful when the sails of life are blowing your way.

love trumps fear, laughter trumps tears, and abundance trumps loss. And

I still don't see how it would make me feel any better to think of the pain in my hip and spine as anything other than my most loyal and valuable companion, the continuous nonvoice in my ear that says, You got out alive and you still get to go.

Remember this remember this remember this the next time you think it's over, because some man, or some hope, or some life takes away instead of gives. Remember this and get on an airplane, a small one if possible, because it always works.

I'm just saying, I guess, there's another version, after this version, to look forward to. Because of wisdom or hormones or just enough years going by. If you live long enough you quit chasing the things that hurt you; you eventually learn to hear the sound of your own voice.

But a broken heart—God knows, I have found—doesn't actually kill you. And irony and disinterest are false protections, ones that won't serve us, or the earth, in the end.