#resilience

There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out. ↗

— Sophie Kinsella

#resilience #ruins #truth #life

My life was my life; I would have to stare it down, somehow, and make it work for me. ↗

— Paula McLain

#resilience #toughness #life

She had fouled off of the curves that life had thrown at her. ↗

— W.P. Kinsella

#curve-ball #foul #resilience #life

You all know that I have been sustained throughout my life by three saving graces - my family, my friends, and a faith in the power of resilience and hope. These graces have carried me through difficult times and they have brought more joy to the good times than I ever could have imagined. ↗

— Elizabeth Edwards

#brought #carried #could #difficult #difficult times

Resilience is woven deeply into the fabric of Oklahoma. Throw us an obstacle, and we grow stronger. ↗

— Brad Henry

#fabric #grow #into #obstacle #oklahoma

The resilience of these people is amazing. I am a great believer that the sooner we get things up and running in terms of sport in this area, the better. ↗

— Ian Botham

#amazing #area #believer #better #get

'A Child Called It' was a story about resilience, it was never about boo hoo hoo, it was about a kid that didn't quit. ↗

— Dave Pelzer

#boo #called #child #kid #never

The reason I'm a Nixonite is because of his indestructibility and resilience. He never quit. ↗

— Roger Stone

#his #i #never #never quit #quit

Looking into his eyes, you seemed to see there the yet lingering images of those thousand-fold perils he had calmly confronted through life. A staid, steadfast man, whose life for the most part was a telling pantomime of action, and not a tame chapter of sounds. ↗

— Herman Melville

#manhood #resilience #strength #life

Solar Eclipse Each morning I wake invisible. I make a needle from a porcupine quill, sew feet to legs, lift spine onto my thighs. I put on my rib and collarbone. I pin an ear to my head, hear the waxwing's yellow cry. I open my mouth for purple berries, stick on periwinkle eyes. I almost know what it is to be seen. My throat enlarges from anger. I make a hand to hold my pain. My heart a hole the size of the sun's eclipse. I push through the dark circle's tattered edge of light. All day I struggle with one hair after another until the moon moves from the face of the sun and there is a strange light as though from a kerosene lamp in a cabin. I pun on a dress, a shawl over my shoulders. My threads knotted and scissors gleaming. Now I know I am seen. I have a shadow. I extend my arms, dance and chant in the sun's new light. I put a hat and coat on my shadow, another larger dress. I put on more shawls and blouses and underskirts until even the shadow has substance ↗

— Diane Glancy

#eclipse #resilience #scorched-edges #shamanism #ymir