Resolution
Quotes - Don't add new things in your life
“For
a change, don't add new things in your life as a new year's resolution.
Instead, do more of what's already working for you and stop doing things that
are time-waste.”
―
Salil Jha
“Intuition
is a wonderful gift but it can be both a blessing and a curse. If you can
easily tune in to the grief of another, it is very easy to lose your way if you
have not yet resolved your own present or past trauma and grief. If you have
not healed from your own grief and you turn around and give all you have to
give, you will find yourself drowning. Soon there will be nothing left of you.”
―
Kate McGahan, Only Gone From Your Sight: Jack McAfghan's Little Therapy Guide
to Pet Loss and Grief
“If
you have not resolved your grief, it will affect your future relationships
including the one you have with yourself. Including the one you have with me.
It will keep us all in a holding pattern, putting a straightjacket on your love
and chaining you to the past instead of moving you forward into the future.”
―
Kate McGahan, Only Gone From Your Sight: Jack McAfghan's Little Therapy Guide
to Pet Loss and Grief
“A
world divided was not a world that could thrive.”
―
Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin
“All
at once the anger ran out of John Harkless; he was a hard man for anger to
tarry with. And in place of it a strong sense of home-coming began to take
possession of him. He was going home. “Back to Plattville, where I belong,” he
had said; and he said it again without bitterness, for it was the truth. “Every
man cometh to his own place in the end.”
Yes,
as one leaves a gay acquaintance of the playhouse lobby for some hard-handed,
tried old friend, so he would wave the outer world God-speed and come back to
the old ways of Carlow. What though the years were dusty, he had his friends
and his memories and his old black brier pipe. He had a girl’s picture that he
should carry in his heart till his last day; and if his life was sadder, it was
infinitely richer for it. His winter fireside should be not so lonely for her
sake; and losing her, he lost not everything, for he had the rare blessing of
having known her. And what man could wish to be healed of such a hurt? Far
better to have had it than to trot a smug pace unscathed.
He
had been a dullard; he had lain prostrate in the wretchedness of his loss. “A
girl you could put in your hat — and there you have a strong man prone.” He had
been a sluggard, weary of himself, unfit to fight, a failure in life and a
failure in love. That was ended; he was tired of failing, and it was time to
succeed for a while. To accept the worst that Fate can deal, and to wring
courage from it instead of despair, that is success; and it was the success
that he would have. He would take Fate by the neck. But had it done him
unkindness? He looked out over the beautiful, “monotonous” landscape, and he
answered heartily, “No!” There was ignorance in man, but no unkindness; were
man utterly wise he were utterly kind.”
―
Booth Tarkington, The Gentleman from Indiana
“It’s
really hard to be angry when you’re grateful.”
―
Freequill
“Anger
is a partnership of two forces in which one of the partners is silent. Anger is
the present and accountable emotion while Shame is the silent partner, the
thought that projects in the background. Shame is the belief in eternal lack of
resolve, which creates violence.”
―
Deborah Bravandt
“Lately
Louise had decided to give up wearing make-up altogether, but had not yet acted
upon the decision.”
―
Iris Murdoch, The Green Knight
“Grow
up! The new year is not going to change anything. Things will get worse. You
can change the year, not the mentality of people.”
―
Nitya Prakash
“From
the cobbled Close, we all admired the Minster's great towers of fretted stone
soaring to the clouds, every inch carved as fine as lacework. Once we had
passed into the nave, I surrendered my scruples to that glorious hush that
tells of a higher presence than ourselves. It was a bright winter's day, and
the vaulted windows tinted the air with dappled rainbows. Sitting quietly in my
pew, I recognized a change in myself; that every morning I woke quite glad to
be alive. Instead of fitful notions of footsteps at midnight, each new day was
heralded by cheery sounds outside my window: the post-horn's trumpeting and the
cries and songs of busy, prosperous people. I was still young and vital, with
no need for bed rest or sleeping draughts. I was ready to face whatever the
future held. However troubled my marriage was, it was better by far than my
former life with my father. Dropping my face into my clasped hands, I glimpsed
in reverie a sort of labyrinth, a mysterious path I must traverse in the months
to come. I could not say what trials lay ahead of me- but I knew that I must be
strong, and win whatever happiness I might glean on this earth.
It
was easy to make such a resolution when, as yet, I faced no actual
difficulties. Each morning, Anne and I returned from our various errands to
take breakfast at our lodgings. Awaiting us stood a steaming pot of chocolate
and a plate of Mrs. Palmer's toast and excellent buns. Anne and I both heartily
agreed that if time might halt we should have liked every day to be that same
day, the gilt clock chiming ten o'clock, warming our stockinged feet on the
fire fender, splitting a plate of Fat Rascals with butter and preserves, with
all the delightful day stretching before us.”
―
Martine Bailey, A Taste for Nightshade
