Quotes About Resilience

Excess of grief for the deceased is madness; for it is an injury to the living, and the dead know it not.

battles are decided more by the morale of the troops than by their bodily strength.

It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance.

Its important to be comfortable with uncertainty.

Huizi would say, never look back to the past. Never regret. Even if there is emptiness ahead, never look back.

It was the same feeling I had when I first got to Britain. How many times could one restart a life? "I read that in China, people will transplant large number of trees and bring them to the newly developed cities. Chinese people seem to be very adaptable, like the trees." You were trying to comfort me. "Yes, but once the trees grew older, you can't transplant them again. The roots are too embedded into the ground.

Maybe I should let my life open, like a flower; maybe I should fly, like a lonely bird. I shouldn't be blocked by a tree, and I shouldn't be scared about losing one tree, instead of seeing a whole forest.

At least you're still learning a lot. Even if everything is broken.

This was Beijing. A city that never showed its gentle side. You'd die if you didn't fight with it, and there was no end to the fight. Beijing was a city for Sisyphus—you could push and push and push, but ultimately that stone was bound to roll back on you.

Broken down, beaten in again Feel the pain, lose control Bent around, lie and sin All in vain, lost my soul Can I pick myself up again? Just to fall again, lost in sin.

No one likes crying, but tears water our souls.

Everybody says women are like water. I think it's because water is the source of life, and it adapts itself to its environment. Like women, water also gives of itself wherever it goes to nurture life....

Writing can be a source of strength -Wang Liang

No one like crying, but tears water our souls. So, perhaps my thanks should be to allow you to cry for the Chinese women in my books...

The road is not difficult because of rivers or mountains. It is difficult because of your fear of the rivers and mountains.

Why were children the only ones who ever got to melt down?

After sitting for so long in the ruined cabin, the objects we had taken must have been shocked when we pulled them out into the world. I could almost sense their fear, coming through the bags.

It was as if a tiny crack had opened somewhere in him and was growing, tearing him to pieces. If he had simply been angry, I might have found a way to calm him, but I had no idea how to put him back together once he came apart.

The blades touched my abdomen. A cold shock ran through me, and my head began to spin. If he had pressed just a bit harder, the scissors might have pierced my soft belly. The skin would have peeled back, the fat beneath laid bare. Blood would have dripped on the bedspread.

The door that would not open no matter how hard you pushed, no matter how long you pounded on it. The screams no one heard. Darkness, hunger, pain. Slow suffocation. One day it occurred to me that I needed to experience the same suffering he had.

Everything will work out. Don't be afraid of breezes and scarves.

And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain, some bit of joy, a tear.

My memories don't feel as though they've been pulled up by the root. Even if they fade, something remains. Like tiny seeds that might germinate again if the rain falls. And even if a memory disappears completely, the heart retains something. A slight tremor or pain

But in a world turned upside down, things I thought were mine and mine alone can be taken away much more easily than I would have imagined.