Quotes About Resilience

She was like some rare flower grown for exhibition, a flower from which every bud had been nipped except the crowning blossom of her beauty.

And for always getting what she wants in the long run, commend me to a nasty woman.

But you'll get it back-you'll get it all back, with your face...

The world] is not a pretty place; and the only way to keep a footing in it is to fight it on its own terms - and above all, my dear, not alone!

Ah, he would take her beyond---beyond the ugliness, the pettiness, the attrition and corrosion of her soul.

life makes ugly faces at us sometimes, I know.

But it is comparatively easy to behave beautifully when one is getting what one wants, and when some one else, who has not always been altogether kind, is not.

Whenever she was unhappy she felt herself at bay against a pitiless world, and a kind of animal secretiveness possessed her.

The Hazeldean heart was a proverbial boast in the family; the Hazeldeans privately considered it more distinguished than the Sillerton gout, and far more refined than the Wesson liver; and it had permitted most of them to survive, in valetudinarian ease, to a ripe old age, when they died of some quite other disorder. But Charles Hazeldean had defied it, and it took its revenge, and took it savagely.

Life's just a perpetual piecing together of broken bits.

Misfortune had made Lily supple instead of hardening her, and a pliable substance is less easy to break than a stiff one.

She rose too, not as if to meet him or to flee from him, but quietly, as though the worst of the task were done and she had only to wait; so quietly that, as he came close, her outstretched hands acted not as a check but as a guide to him.

he was the kind of man who brings a sour mouth to the eating of the sweetest apple.

It is only because I am tired and have such odious things to think about," she kept repeating; and it seemed an added injustice that petty cares should leave a trace on the beauty which was her only defence against them. But

to be able to look life in the face: that's worth living in a garret for, isn't it?

Will-power, he saw, was not a thing one could suddenly decree oneself to possess. It must be built up imperceptibly and laboriously out of a succession of small efforts to meet definite objects, out of the facing of daily difficulties instead of cleverly eluding them, or shifting their burden on others.

He had begun too late to subject himself to the persistent mortification of spirit and flesh which is a condition of the average business life...

she did not suffer from her geographic isolation.

But is has happened, you know. Bear that in mind. Nothing you can do will change it. Time and again, I've found that a good thing to remember.

She still did and was all that Undine had so sedulously learned not to be and to do; but to dwell on these obstacles to her success was to be more deeply impressed by the fact that she had nevertheless succeeded.

leg?tura dintre soÈ› È™i soÈ›ie, chiar dac? se mai putea desface în epocile de prosperitate, era de nedezlegat în momentele de nenorocire.

Fericirea, la unele firi e ca o alunecare de teren pe munte.

There's always a reason for wanting to get out of life—the wonder is that we find so many for staying in!

When I had been there a little longer, and had seen this phase of crystal clearness followed by long stretches of sunless cold; when the storms of February had pitched their white tents about the devoted village and the wild cavalry of March winds had charged down to their support; I began to understand why Starkfield emerged from its six months' siege like a starved garrison capitulating without quarter.