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Quotes about Resilience

The nature of love had totally escaped her until now. She had thought that if you lost it, you could never get it back, like a stone thrown down a well. But it was like the water at the bottom of the well, there when you can't even see it, shifting in the dark.
— Alice Hoffman
Loss does different things to different people. Some fall apart. Some, like the Finder, rebuild. I have done both. I have crawled under my table and refused to come out. I have covered myself with thorns and tattoos. I have planted a garden, reached out to my neighbors, begun to write down my story.
— Alice Hoffman
Pain was something to get used to, to inure yourself against. I would rather hurt myself than be hurt by someone else, and so I took up this practice with a sense of purpose and without remorse.
— Alice Hoffman
It is foolish to cry over things you cannot change
— Alice Hoffman
It is foolish to cry over things you cannot change
— Alice Hoffman
Some people grow weak when they are victimized, others grow stronger, and still others combine those two attributes to become dangerous, even if the person in question is a girl who has recently turned twelve.
— Alice Hoffman
Never be without thread," she told the girl. "What is broken can also be mended. Remember that in your dark days, as I have.
— Alice Hoffman
I'm pore, I'm black, I may be ugly and can't cook, a voice say to everything listening. But I'm here.
— Alice Walker
When the ax came into the forest the trees said the handle is one of us.
— Alice Walker
And I thank God let me gain understanding enough to know love can't be halted just cause some peoples moan and groan. P.238
— Alice Walker
Well, sometime Mr —— git on me pretty hard. I have to talk to Old Maker. But he my husband. I shrug my shoulders. This life soon be over, I say. Heaven last all ways. You ought to bash Mr —— head open, she say. Think bout heaven later.
— Alice Walker
My heart hurt so much I can't believe it. How can it keep beating, feeling like this?
— Alice Walker