Quotes About Resilience

For every bandaged wound I'll scrape another   open

Only to have a grief equal to all these tears! There's not a sob in my chest. Dry hearted Peer Gynt I pare away, no hero, merely a cook.

If I'm lonely it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore in the last red light of the year that knows what it is, that knows it's neither ice nor mud nor winter light but wood, with a gift for burning

The mother I needed to call my mother was silenced before I was born.

Well, she's long about her coming, who must be more merciless to herself than history. Her mind full to the wind, I see her plunge breasted and glancing through the currents, taking the light upon her at least as beautiful as any boy or helicopter, poised, still coming, her fine blades making the air wince but her cargo no promise then: delivered palpable ours.

With whom do you believe your lot is cast? From where does your strength come? I think somehow, somewhere every poem of mine must repeat those questions which are not the same. There is a whom , a where that is not chosen that is given and sometimes falsely given in the beginning we grasp whatever we can to survive

The woman who cherished her suffering is dead. I am her descendant. I love the scar-tissue she handed on to me, but I want to go on from here with you fighting the temptation to make a career of pain.

I have to learn alone to turn my body without force in the deep element.

You ask me how I'm going to live the rest of my life Well, nothing is predictable with pain Did the old poets write of this? —in its odd spaces, free, many have sung and battled— But I'm already living the rest of my life not under conditions of my choosing wired into pain rider on the slow train

She is here because no-one else was there when worn-to-skeleton her enemy died. Her love. Her twin. Marghanita dreamed the intravenous, the intensive the stainless steel before she ever saw them. She's not practical, you know, they used to say. She's the artist, she got away.

I refuse to become a seeker for cures. Everything that has ever helped me has come through what already lay stored in me. Old things, diffuse, unnamed, lie strong across my heart. This is from where my strength comes, even when I miss my strength even when it turns on me like a violent master.

You were a woman walked on a leash. And they dropped you in the end.

I got my dog back, in African-American language, your dog means your passion, your fire.

Go out into the world with your passion and love for what you do, and just never give up.

Justice and goodwill will outlast passion.

Never give up, have the passion. Don't be afraid.

I do on the field what I know how to do, the same way and with the same passion as always. I give my best, but I have to take things day by day.

I'm passionate about the game. Anytime you work as hard and a play doesn't go the way you wanted, you get frustrated.

I like people who are passionate, who have persevered, and who are clearly humble and not arrogant.

When I got fired, I had a feeling of loss because Viacom had been a passionate long-term relationship. But I got my balance back. I guess it's like getting jilted by a girlfriend, a serious girlfriend. You move on.

When I believe in something, I'm very passionate. I don't take 'no' for an answer.

Failing passionately is a success in its own right.

Starting a company is like going to war. You can't do anything else but be fully engaged. You have to be insanely, passionately, nothing-can-stop-me committed.

I would love to act for the rest of my life, but I also know that it could be taken away in a day. It's something I've always loved, but it's nothing I've ever revolved my entire life around. I have many other passions as well.