Quotes About Resilience

Let Hercules himself do what he may,The cat will mew and dog will have his day.

O, how full of briers is this working-day world!

A plague of all cowards, I say.

The smallest worm will turn being trodden on.

What man dare, I dare:Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,The arm'd rhinoceros, or the Hyrcan tiger;Take any shape but that, and my firm nervesShall never tremble.

What though the mast be now blown overboard,The cable broke, the holding anchor lost,And half our sailors swallow'd in the flood?Yet lives our pilot still.

She that herself will sliver and disbranchFrom her material sap, perforce must witherAnd come to deadly use.

Men shut their doors against a setting sun.

Patch griefs with proverbs.

The weakest kind of fruitDrops earliest to the ground.

I am as poor as Job, my lord, but not so patient.

Steep'd me in poverty to the very lips.

Oppress'd with two weak evils, age and hunger.

My fate cries out,And makes each petty artery in this bodyAs hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve.

I am tied to the stake, and I must stand the course.

Many can brook the weather that love not the wind.

Even such a man, so faint, so spiritless,So dull, so dead in look, so woe-begone,Drew Priam's curtain in the dead of night,And would have told him half his Troy was burn'd.

The valiant never taste of death but once.

The beastWith many heads butts me away.

An old man, broken with the storms of state,Is come to lay his weary bones among ye;Give him a little earth for charity.

Let us make an honorable retreat; though not with bag and baggage, yet with scrip and scrippage.

I have full cause of weeping, but this heartShall break into a hundred thousand flawsOr ere I'll weep. O fool! I shall go mad.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?

So shaken as we are, so wan with care.