Quotes about Resilience

Did I miss?" you asked. "You didn't exactly miss," said Pooh, "But you missed the balloon." "I'm so sorry," you said, and you fired again, and this time you hit the balloon and the air came slowly out, and Winnie-the-Pooh floated down to the ground.

I didn't bounce, I coughed," said Tigger crossly. "Bouncy or coffy, it's all the same at the bottom of the river.

It is hard to be brave,' said Piglet, sniffing slightly, 'when you're only a Very Small Animal.

But, Eeyore," said Pooh, "was it a Joke, or an Accident? I mean--" "I didn't stop to ask, Pooh. Even at the very bottom of the river I didn't stop to say to myself, '*Is* this a Hearty Joke, or is it the Merest Accident?' I just floated to the surface, and said to myself, 'It's wet.' If you know what I mean.

It is doubtful whether God can bless a man greatly until He has hurt him deeply.

I've had some good times, had some bad. Took some lumps. Scored some points. Half-way through life, at 43, I still say, 'go for broke.' No government, no FBI, no judge, no jailer is ever gonna make me say 'uncle.' Now, as then, let the game continue. I bet my stake on freedom's call; I'll play these cards with no regrets.

You cannot build character and courage by taking away man's initiative and independence.

I feel just like the boy who stubbed his toe—too damned badly hurt to laugh and too damned proud to cry!

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence, to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words: "And this, too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!

I'm a slow walker, but I never walk back.

I am not bound to win, but I am bound to be true. I am not bound to succeed, but I am bound to live up to what light I have.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load Whose forms are bending low, Who toil along the climbing way With painful steps and slow, Look now! for glad and golden hours Come swiftly on the wing: O rest beside the weary road And hear the angels sing.