Quotes About Resilience

Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber Sunlit pallets never thrive; Morns abed and daylight slumber Were not meant for man alive.

And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle

Stone, steel, dominions pass, Faith too, no wonder; So leave alone the grass That I am under.

Tu afán traiciona tu pátina de sombría paciencia. Tu deseo se despliega con una suave caricia.

Her character, Mr. Wogan, is a tender and delicate plant. It will not grow under glass, but in a dark room, where I believe it flourishes most invisibly.

Almost is such a wonderful word don't you think?" the shopkeeper said with a wink. "So full of wiggle-room and loopholes, so not-absolutely-anything. Almost killed means still very much alive, which I am sure you will agree makes all the difference.

What must be done must be done, whatever the price, the cost, the pain. One day we all must walk through fire.

the antidote to death was and always would be the heat and fury of life itself.

Enemy number one was now the disease. It had a presence as solid as that of a person - I think all serious illnesses do.

Where is the pain when your pride is wounded? And why do we say that: wounded? There is no gash, no blood, not even a scratch. Which part of us hurts? The brain cells? The neurons? What, for goodness' sake, what?

One proof of the inspiration of the Bible is that it has withstood so much poor preaching.

That's just the way it is. I'll always remember. She's forgotten.

Les bouleaux sont fins et malingres. au sud de la Suède, les arbres à membres fins commencent à fleurir. Les magnolias et les cerisiers, comme des jeunes filles endimanchées dans les parcs. Les boulots ici sont fins, oui, mais n'ont rien de jeunes filles. Noueux, hirsutes et courbés comme de vieilles Laponnes, ils guettent le printemps à la lisière de la forêt.

I haven't the strength to be happy, she wants to say. I can hardly even manage to be unhappy.

And the feeling that washed over him was like the feeling you get when your new puppy pees in the house for the hundredth time. Exhaustion in the face of how crap everything is.

Listen, kid, you shouldn't work so bloody hard. Sometimes it's a goos idea just to let go and scream a bit." Let go she thought. What happens if you find out you keep on falling?

Rebecka laughs through her tears. There is almost too much laughter. It bubbles over because she has cried so much she has created an empty space, ready to be filled with another feeling.

I read and reread these pages all day long as I sat next to the cast-iron stove. In the absence of coal, we burned wooden boards pilfered from the rubble of destroyed houses in order to keep warm in these chilly early days of spring. In times of plenty my appetite had always been small, but now I often went hungry.

Les manières de souffrir: Il y a la peur. La peur est terrible et le silence qui la noie encore plus. Il y a la colère, l'enragement quand j'ai cogné ma tête sur le mur de ma chambre. Il y a parfois la pitié qui me donne les yeux d'une fourmi. Et puis la tristesse qui est triste et qui dure.

Ma mère sait se sortir du pétrin. Ma mère fait ce qu'il y a à faire. Elle est une preuve que la vie fonctionne, même après une catastrophe.

Ce n'était pas prévu. Le monde était ainsi pourtant, en suspens, en attente. Et j'allais devoir me battre maintenant.

No book, no matter how sad, can be as sad as a life.

And death hasn't come. It never does come when you call it. It enjoys torturing us. I've been calling for it for years and it pays me no attention