Quotes About Resilience

Out of difficulties grow miracles.

I bend but do not break.

Better to suffer than to die: that is mankind's motto.

Patience and time do more than strength or passion.

Hoe snel de politieke en sociale veranderingen zich ook voltrekken, het belet u niet om te leven, aan andere dingen te denken of aan helemaal niets, te wandelen in de bossen, te zwemmen in zee, het theater of de opera te bezoeken, boeken te lezen, u te vermaken en te lachen. Terwijl stormen en omwentelingen om me heen razen, zet ik mijn weg gewoon verder. Tijdens de werken blijft de zaak geopend.

On gratte, on gratte, et puis très vite on respire mal, on sue, il commence à faire terriblement chaud

He lifted himself from a wheelchair to lift the nation from its knees.

Lincoln responded: I have just received your dispatch of 1 p.m. yesterday. —I begin to see it. You will succeed. — God bless you all. A. LINCOLN6

I cannot do this," she remembered thinking to herself, but she went anyway. "You must do the thing you think you cannot do," she wrote later, supplying her own emphasis.

It's a bit traumatic," she noted, "to see your father, who took long walks with you, sailed with you, could out-jump you, and suddenly you look up and you see him walking on crutches—trying, struggling in heavy steel braces. And you see the sweat down his face, and you hear him saying, 'I must get down the driveway today—all the way down the driveway.

When hit in the stomach by a line drive, he wrote his parents that it was "to the great annoyance of that intricate organ, and to the great delight of all present.

Franklin crashed flat on the marble, his crutches clattering down beside him. Onlookers rushed in, then drew back, uncertain what to do. With an enormous effort Roosevelt wrestled himself into a sitting position. He laughed reassuringly. "There's nothing to worry about," he told anxious spectators. "We'll get out of this all right. Give me a hand there.

Eisenhower studied his mistakes. "We are learning something every day, and in general do not make the same mistake twice."9 Ike learned to be tougher with subordinates such as Fredendall. "Officers that fail must be ruthlessly weeded out," Eisenhower wrote his old friend Leonard Gerow. "Considerations of friendship, family, kindness, and nice personality have nothing to do with the problem.… You must be tough.

When this book [So Far From The Bamboo Grove] was accepted for publication, a writer friend told Yoko that now she would be competing with other writers. Yoko said, No, she would not compete with anyone for anything. "I competed with life and death when young," she said. "And I won." ... Here is the story of her victory.

When this book [So Far From The Bamboo Grove] was accepted for publication, a writer friend told Yoko that now she would be competing with other writers. Yoko said, No, she would not compete with anyone for anything. 'I competed with life and death when young,' she said. 'And I won.' ... Here is the story of her victory.

Saintliness means turning pain to good account. It means forcing the devil to be God.

In one of them I am sixteen or seventeen years old. I am wearing, under a jacket of the Assistance Publique, a torn sweater. My face is an oval, very pure; my nose is smashed, flattened by a punch in some forgotten fight. The look on my face is blasé, sad and warm, very serious. My hair was thick and unruly. Seeing myself at that age, I expressed my feelings almost aloud: "Poor little fellow, you've suffered.

In space, she kept devising new and barbaric forms for herself, for she sensed intuitively that immobility makes it too easy for God to get you in a good wrestling hold and carry you off. So she danced. While walking. Everywhere.

when at night I walk barefoot in my sandals across fields of snow at the Austrian border, I shall not flinch, but then, I say to myself, this painful moment must concur with the beauty of my life, I refuse to let this moment and all the others be waste matter; using their suffering, I project myself to the mind's heaven.

En prison on ferme plus de portes qu'on n'en ouvre.

In her garret, Divine lived only on tea and grief.

After the drama, he had to live in the tragedy.

Temos de rir. Senão a tragédia vai nos fazer voar pela janela.

Limited by the world, which I oppose, jagged by it, I shall be all the more handsome and sparkling as the angles which wound me and give me shape are more acute and the jagging more cruel.