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Quotes about Resilience

Some things you must always be unable to bear. Some things you must never stop refusing to bear. Injustice and outrage and dishonor and shame. No matter how young you are or how old you have got. Not for kudos and not for cash: your picture in the paper nor money in the bank either. Just refuse to bear them.
— William Faulkner
Dear God, let me be damned a little longer, a little while.
— William Faulkner
She was the captain of her soul
— William Faulkner
You men,' she says. 'You durn men.
— William Faulkner
I can stand on my own feet; I don't need any man's mahogany desk to prop me up
— William Faulkner
Innocence is innocent not because it rejects but because it accepts; is innocent not because it is impervious and invulnerable to everything, but because it is capable of accepting anything and still remaining innocent; innocent because it foreknows all and therefore doesn't have to fear and be afraid.
— William Faulkner
be.—Yes he thought Between grief and nothing I will take grief.
— William Faulkner
It surged up out of the water and stood for an instant upright upon that surging and heaving desolation like Christ.
— William Faulkner
She is not listening. If she could hear words like that she would not be getting down from this wagon, with that belly and that fan and that little bundle, alone, bound for a place she never saw before and hunting for a man she ain't going to ever see again and that she has already seen one time too many as it is.
— William Faulkner
I love, I will accept no substitute; ...; if happy I can be I will, if suffer I must I can.
— William Faulkner
I reckon a man in a tight might let Bill Varner patch him up like a mule, but I be damned if the man that'd let Anse Bundren treat him with raw cement aint got more spare legs than I have.
— William Faulkner
My gad, one of them, warrant officer pilot, captain and M. C. in turn said to me once; if you can treat a crate that way, why do you want to fly at all?
— William Faulkner