resilience

The most wonderful inspirations die with their subject, if he has no hand to paint them to the senses.

This the kind of world, if you don__ die, you just keep on growing up and living through everything that comes.

A good half of the art of living is resilience.

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.

There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, pray for the ones who do not. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living.

The yard consisted of grass and a Russian Olive tree, which was about the only kind of tree able to survive on the high prairies. Its thin, grey leaves made it look as though it were on the verge of dying, thereby fooling the elements and the bad weather into thinking that they didn't have to bother with something so spindly and bent, something so obviously on its last legs.

Chances are no matter how bad your troubles seem to be, someone somewhere, with less resilience, has successfully conquered a more severe version of your problems.

I do not subscribe to the abuse "victim" or "survivor" mentality. I have experienced every kind of abuse imaginable and I am and always have been the most happy go-lucky, positive and life affirming person around. Your labels do not serve you, so don't use them as an excuse to be miserable. You have a beautiful life to live, so accept the beauty and start living.

Resiliency, like a cartwheel, requires core strength and a disregard for gravity. Only one of which can be willed.

Failure is a part of life. Success teaches you nothing, but failure teaches you resilience. It teaches you to pick yourself up and try again.

My religion is Get Over It.

The next time the world tells you __top_, __on___, or __ou can__ do this_, the next time the world beats the living daylight out of you, hit it back with a knock just as strong and say, __o, I want to do this.

There is lonely, and there is alone time. I have found that both have etched character upon my soul.

The oak fought the wind and was broken, the willow bent when it must and survived.

Strong people alone know how to organize their suffering so as to bear only the most necessary pain.

My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds. That in itself is an accomplishment. And they bring to mind something else, too. They remind me that the damage life has inflicted on me has, in many places, left me stronger and more resilient. What hurt me in the past has actually made me better equipped to face the present.

When I encourage someone, I see it as an investment in their resilience.

challenges are everywhere. Awake! challenge and defeat the challenges that challenge you in a challenging way and be not be defeated by the challenges that challenge you in a challenging way