Quotes About Resilience

Week after week he swung between the extremes of hope and dejection

Soul is more bruisable than flesh, and Juila was wounded in every fiber of her spirit.

Difficulty is a severe instructor, set over us by the supreme ordinance of a parental guardian and legislator, who knows us better than we know ourselves, as he loves us better too. He that wrestles with us strengthens our nerves and sharpens our skill. Our antagonist is our helper.

The nature of things is, I admit, a sturdy adversary.

ought to be seated on an eminence. If it be opened through virtue, let it be remembered, too, that virtue is never tried but by some difficulty and some struggle.

Later he wrote to Lodge: I don't grudge the broken arm a bit...I'm always ready to pay the piper when I've had a good dance; and every now and then I like to drink the wine of life with brandy in it.

Time will have his little scar, But the wound won't last.

It has been objected that I am a boy," said Roosevelt wearily—he had been hearing the charge for years—"but I can only offer the time-honored reply, that years will cure me of that." He

Black care," Roosevelt wrote, "rarely sits behind a rider whose pace is fast enough.

Oftimes it haps, that sorrowes of the mynd Find remedie vnsought, which seeking cannot fynd.

But always, to her, red and green cabbages were to be jade and burgundy, chrysoprase and prophyry. Life has no weapons against a woman like that.

Being an old maid is like death by drowning, a really delightful sensation after you cease to struggle.

Whoever said love conquers all was a fool. Because almost everything conquers love - or tries to.

Any piece of furniture, I don't care how beautiful it is, has got to be lived with, and kicked about, and rubbed down, and mistreated..., and repolished, and knocked around and dusted and sat on or slept in or eaten off of before it develops its real character, Selina said.

On the island of tears, we were subjected to every kind of humiliation

a stony road, hard on the feet. I would beg for us to sit down but you discouraged it, knowing that sitting was fatal, because of the willpower required to get up again.

I tend not to look at the prison wall of life, but to look up at the sky, as it is more beautiful and more spacious. Try

The lights of the little highway town ahead spread with their approach and then scattered like flushed prey as they entered its limits. Under the filling-station sheds, swirling insects clouded the naked bulbs. The stores were closed; the depot dark.

To hell with it, he thought. Bad start is a good ending, boys.

You get as many chances as you want; as many as you dare to make for yourself.

Life is hard when you have no one to stick up for you. People push you around, purely because there's no one to stop them from pushing you around.

The bulletproof vest--'bullet resistant,' technically--is made of two double panels of a synthetic material called Kevlar, inside a cloth carrier that holds it around your torso like a lead X-ray smock. One cop wrote phrases from the Bible on his, 'Yea, though I walk in the valley of the Shadow of Death...' Other cops wrote their blood type.

The rapid firing of the 105s pounding the hill up ahead encouraged him. Maybe this won't be so bad, he reasoned. No one could survive that pounding.

Hope, the best comfort of our imperfect condition