Quotes About Resilience

we laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged.

I can't live, I've tried and I can't. If that sounds simple, it's simple like a mountain is simple.

the humble antiques salesman who survived off charity, unable to part with any of his candelabras, figurines, or hourglasses

there are only so many times that you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt. You become enlightened of the feeling of feeling hurt, which is worse, I am certain, than the existent hurt.

I am blind. I am supposed to be retarded.

The end of the world has come often, and continues to often come.

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, and we will give it heavy walls.

She was the tree and also the river flowing away from the tree, 'There are worse things,' she said, 'worse than being like us. Look, at least we're alive,' I could see that she wanted those last words back, but the current was too strong.

She let the dust accumulate on her shoulders.

Brod was afraid any tears of her own would cause the walls of the old house to give way, so she sandbagged them behind her eyes, exiled them to someplace deeper, safer.

When I had thought I was dying at the base of the Loschwitz Bridge, there was a single thought in my head: Keep thinking. Thinking would keep me alive. But now I am alive, and thinking is killing me.

Every parent who loses a child finds a way to laugh again. The timbre begins to fade. The edge dulls. The hurt lessens. Every love is carved from loss.

Die Ohnmacht des Einzelnen ist der Grund, aus dem alle es versuchen muessen

Seeing your own smallness is called insight Honoring your own tenderness is called strength

The stoical scheme of supplying our wants by lopping off our desires, is like cutting off our feet, when we want shoes.

leagues, till we were able to work no longer, being already spent with labour while we were in the ship. 

the thirst I had of seeing the world, notwithstanding my past misfortunes, continuing as violent as ever.

If a lump of soot falls into the soup and you cannot conveniently get it out, scum it well, and it will give the soup a high French taste.

by bringing myself over the edge and back, I discovered a passion to live my days fully, a conviction that will sustain me like sweet water on the periodically barren plain of our short lives.

Even drought bears fruit. Even death is a seed.

I desperately wish I had my tambourine with me now, because even after everything I'm still wearing heavy boots, and sometimes it helps to play a good beat

There is this fine line between presenting to You all of my weakness and thinking that it can't be done. In Your strength, I find my own.

Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things. And no good thing ever dies.

When suffering hits us broadside, it's bound to shake our faith a little—just as if we were driving across a high bridge in a compact car and got hit by a great gust of wind. You have to make sure you have both hands on the wheel! But trials are also meant to waken us to the truth of Daniel 11:32 (ESV), where it says, "The people who know their God shall stand firm and take action.