Quotes About Resilience

The people who hurt you don't get the last word. You get to tell the story of you, and your story has more power than you can imagine.

One priceless bit of advice my great-grandfather fave my grandfather, and my grandfather gave me: "Success is never final. Failure is never fatal.

the backs of my heels were raw with weeping blisters

Trauma often robs a person of the surrounding memories—which is inconvenient, but merciful

Where do the strong go to be weak?

Perhaps a moment comes when must is to tired to fight and want breaks free to cry I am just once before the sun goes down.

So we survive, it is the world.

The door that closed kept us from entering a room, but what now lies before us is the rest of reality.

There are times when the heart, like the canary in the coal mine, breathes in the world's toxicity and begins to die.

I have been astonished to see how nature uses devastation to stimulate new growth, slowly but persistently healing her own wounds.

When the heart is supple, it can be "broken open" into a greater capacity to hold our own and the world's pain: it happens every day. When we hold our suffering in a way that opens us to greater compassion, heartbreak becomes a source of healing, deepening our empathy for others who suffer and extending our ability to reach out to them.

Each time a door closes, the rest of the world opens up. All we need to do is stop pounding on the door that just closed, turn around- and welcome the largeness of life that now lies open to our soul.

Be not afraid." As one who is no stranger to fear, I have had to read those words with care so as not to twist them into a discouraging counsel of perfection. "Be not afraid" does not mean we cannot have fear. Everyone has fear, and people who embrace the call to leadership often find fear abounding. Instead, the words say we do not need to be the fear we have. We do not have to lead from a place of fear, thereby engendering a world in which fear is multiplied.

What happened to "we have nothing to fear but fear itself"?

One of the most painful discoveries I made in the midst of the dark woods of depression was that a part of me wanted to stay depressed. As long as I clung to this living death, life became easier; little was expected of me, certainly not serving others.

If you hold your knowledge of self and world wholeheartedly, your heart will at times get broken by loss, failure, defeat, betrayal, or death. What happens next in you and the world around you depends on how your heart breaks. If it breaks apart into a thousand pieces, the result may be anger, depression, and disengagement. If it breaks open into greater capacity to hold the complexities and contradictions of human experience, the result may be new life.

But before we come to that center, full of light, we must travel in the dark. Darkness is not the whole of the story-every pilgrimage has passages of loveliness and joy-but it is the part of the story most often left untold.

Every profession that attracts people for reasons of the heart is a profession in which people, and the work they do, suffer from losing heart.

But before we come to that center, full of light, we must travel in the dark. Darkness is not the whole of the story—every pilgrimage has passages of loveliness and joy—but it is the part of the story most often left untold. When we finally escape the darkness and stumble into the light, it is tempting to tell others that our hope never flagged, to deny those long nights we spent cowering in fear.

As a young man, I yearned for the day when, rooted in the experience that comes only with age, I could do my work fearlessly. But today, in my mid-sixties, I realize that I will feel fear from time to time for the rest of my life. I may never get rid of my fear. But . . . I can learn to walk into it and through it whenever it rises up . . . naming the inner force that triggers . . . fear . . . Naming our fears aloud . . . is the first step toward transcending them.

You seem to look upon depression as the hand of an enemy trying to crush you…Do you think you could see it instead as the hand of a friend, pressing you down to the ground on which it is safe to stand?

There is as much guidance in what does not and cannot happen in my life as there is in what can and does -- maybe more.

no sacrifice no victory

Ele tinha a impressão de ser um pedaço de gelo que as correntes levavam para onde queriam. Mantinha a cabeça virada para a margem. Olhava a charneca na aurora onde começava a nascer e a errar a bruma. Respirava com dificuldade.