Quotes About Resilience

Heroes can be sweet.

Everything can't be sweet. Everything can't be peaches and cream.

I am a sweet old softy, but it took toughness to get through what I went through.

We didn't have a lot of money growing up, so my mom didn't buy a lot of extras, like sweet things.

It was kind of a hard lesson when I figured out that not everybody is going to be kind, be sweet. So I've learned that I am never going to make everybody happy. There's always going to be someone who can't stand the way I write, and I can't take that personally.

This sweet, blessed, God-inspired place called America is a champion that has absorbed some blows. But while we bend, we don't break. This is no dark hour; this is the dawn before we remember who we are.

My mother was not what anyone would call sweet, and she wasn't conventional. When my brother couldn't find his shoes one morning, she said, 'Oh, for God's sake, it won't kill him not to have shoes for a day,' and sent him to school without them.

In Australia, even the darkest subject matter has a little pinch of humor. A little sweet to make the sour go down.

I say the sweet science is to understand not only how to fight coming forward, how to be a big puncher, but also understand, if you run into a guy who can take your punch for the first time, how to react.

My sweet spot, the stuff I like the most, is hopeful melancholy. Optimistic melancholy.

The squared circle's no pretty place to be, and there's nothin' sweet about it.

Accounts of eating Christmas sweet potatoes baked in ashes and jackrabbit stewed with white flour dumplings are testaments to pioneer resilience and pleasure - and they help inspire my own best scratch cooking.

The poorest people are the sweetest people.

Cancer Boy probably has the saddest, noblest, sweetest heart of any character I've ever done.

You know, I think that nature has such a powerful message about moving from dark to light, and bitterness to sweetness.

I was born in the poor countryside. I was raised in the countryside, planting corn and selling sweets made by my grandmother.

There are some disheartening days where I don't get to eat my favourite sweets, but my diet has to be followed.

Transatlantic flights are unflattering. Hairstyles flop. Makeup melts away. Faces shrivel or swell from dehydration, and contact lenses give way to spectacles.

The ground swell is what's going to sink you as well as being what buoys you up. These are cliches also, of course, and I'm sometimes interested in how much one can get away with.

I'm usually sick after a fight. But then the brain swelling goes down, and I'm just hungry as hell.

I damaged all the complicated bits of the brain to do with processing and emotional control. I was prey to every single emotion that swept over me and I couldn't deal with it. I had to re-learn things from scratch.

I'd had episodes before, but I swept them under the carpet. This time, I couldn't do that because everyone knew. I got on with the hard work of getting better and haven't had a blip in almost 10 years.

We don't get to get swept up, because we have to start over every day at 8 o'clock.

It's never fun to get swept, but it's going to happen.