Quotes About Resilience

Tell me, Mr. Harte, do you ever give up? Never. His green eyes narrowed as his mouth firmed. He looked very much as he had when he'd struck Mr. Sherwood: savage, uncompromising, a force to be reckoned with. She should be afraid of this man. Perhaps she was. Perhaps the hammering of her heart, the quickening of her breath were fear. But if she were, she chose to disregard it. Very well. He sat back, a wide, lopsided grin spreading over his face, just as Ruth entered with another tray.

A man who sets a course and proceeds to sail it, no matter the barriers or odds, is very admirable in my opinion.

She said to him, 'You might melt.' And he said, "If I melt, you can make me again.

If there is any good in life, in history, in my own past, I invoke it now. I invoke it with all the passion with which I have lived.

Not everyone who reaches back into history can survive it.

I felt sure…that these creatures were never threatened by the grimness of history, either.

This time I felt my own face redden. Talking with this woman was like sitting still for a series of slaps, delivered arhythmically so you couldn't know when the next one was coming.

there are things you have to do for yourself, even if everyone else thinks you're crazy.

I would not allow anyone into the center of myself; I would make myself a place to go, deep inside, no matter what happened.

But when you accept an intruder for too long, you sometimes invite him back later as a guest.

They were taking my natural feelings away, so quietly that it could have occurred without my noticing. I understood in a flash that I must keep my mind safe, whatever came next.

Besides, there are things you have to do for yourself, even if everyone else thinks you're crazy.

We went on growing food and eating and sleeping and I cooked for a big crowd here every day, all my family. What else could we do? You just go on, if you have to.

Every waiting season in my life has left its mark on me. I have memories, scars. And honestly? I don't mind the scars anymore. They are part of me now; I wouldn't recognize myself without them.

There's a funny thing I've noticed about life. When you really dread something, it turns out not to be so bad. It's the unexpected awful things that get you down.

What started out as wishful thinking, angel given signs from above, was now just an imprisoned lot of dirty, broken pieces that used to belong to beautifully glistening wholes.

It is the acceptance of death that has finally allowed me to choose life.

A broken heart is not the same as sadness. Sadness occurs when the heart is stone cold and lifeless. On the contrary, there is an unbelievable amount of vitality in a broken heart.

If we do not suffer a loss all the way to the end, it will wait for us. It won't just dissipate and disappear. Rather, it will fester, and we will experience its sorrow later, in stranger forms.

Over and over, we are broken on the shore of life. Our stubborn egos are knocked around, and our frightened hearts are broken open—not once, and not in predictable patterns, but in surprising ways and for as long as we live.

If there is one thing that has made a difference in my life, it is the courage to turn and face what wants to change within me.

what feels like such a painful loss now will become something beautiful later on. You cannot escape your destiny. You can certainly try. People do so every day. They hold on tight, and the river just dries up.

every catastrophe can hand us exactly what we need to awaken into who we really are.

Pain is a great teacher. There's no future in hurting.