Quotes about Resilience
It doesn't matter where you live, Sang Ly, it is how you live.
— Camron Wright
To find purpose in our problems, to see past the ugliness, rather than step back, we should get closer. Only then will we notice the beauty.
— Camron Wright
It's tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not to quit, play the hand we've been dealt, and accessorize what we've got.
— Candace Bushnell
We cannot slay our incapacity and rise above it, but that is precisely what we wanted. Incapacity exists. No one should deny it, find fault with it or shout it down.
— Carl Jung
Changeable women are more enduring than monotonous ones. They are sometimes murdered but seldom deserted.
— George Bernard Shaw
It was not that she was out of temper, but that the world was not equal to the demands of her fine organism.
— George Eliot
You should read history and look at ostracism, persecution, martyrdom, and that kind of thing. They always happen to the best men, you know.
— George Eliot
We mortals, men and women, devour many a disappointment between breakfast and dinner-time; keep back the tears and look a little pale about the lips, and in answer to inquiries say, "Oh, nothing!" Pride helps; and pride is not a bad thing when it only urges us to hide our hurts— not to hurt others.
— George Eliot
The point was not to die, since death came anyway, but to survive, which would be a miracle.
— Isabel Allende
She had been born to cradle other people's children, wear their hand-me-down clothing, eat their leftovers, live on borrowed happiness and grief, grow old beneath other people's roofs, die one day in her miserable little room in the far courtyard in a bed that did not belong to her, and be buried in a common grave in the public cemetery.
— Isabel Allende
Although stunned and hungry, many sang, because it would have been pointless to aggravate misfortune by complaining.
— Isabel Allende
I tried and tried to sleep, lulled by the movement, the purring of the motor, and the snores of the other passengers, but it's never been easy for me to sleep, and much less now, when I still have residues of the wild life running through my veins.
— Isabel Allende