Quotes About Resilience

Hysterica passio! down, thou climbing sorrow!Thy element's below.

I will be the pattern of all patience.

I am almost out at heels.

Asses are made to bear, and so are you.

Such an injury would vex a very saint.

Sweet are the uses of adversity,Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;And this our life exempt from public haunt,Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,Sermons in stones, and good in everything.

We have seen better days.

The lowest and most dejected thing of fortune.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;Or close the wall up with our English dead!In peace there's nothing so becomes a manAs modest stillness and humility:But when the blast of war blows in our ears,Then imitate the action of the tiger;Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,Disguise fair nature with hard-favor'd rage;Then lend the eye a terrible aspect.

This weak piping time of peace.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.

Cowards die a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once.

How poor are they who have not patience What wound did ever heal but by degrees.

Sweet are the uses of adversity, which, like a toad, though ugly and venomous, wears yet a precious jewel in its head.

In this, the eightieth year of my life, I should be settling down, taking it easy, resting on laurels. Forget it.

Don't be afraid of taking chances, of striking out along paths that are untrod. Don't be afraid of failing. Don't be afraid of making an ass of yourself. I do it all the time—and look what I got.

i'm not always optimistic but i am always hopeful.

Hope reflects the state of your soul rather than the circumstances surrounding your days. Praise God and your soul gets stronger.

And in the end, Jody again has his pony—but at the terrible cost of learning even the most wondrous gifts are sometimes impermanent.

When a farm or a family is stricken, nature destroys what humankind has made. Houses peel and crumble. Tilled fields are subsumed by weeds and grasses. Well-tended orchards become knotted, spectral forests. The earth, given an opening, always reclaims itself and obliterates order—erasing the outward evidence of an agrarian society.

You are a memory too strong to leave this world...

Poverty plus confidence equals pioneers. We never doubted.

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. from "Cutting Loose