Elinor Wylie Quotes

You don't realize what fine fighting material there is in age. ... You show me any one who's lived to over seventy and you show me a fighter - some one who's got the will to live.

For inside all the weakness of old age, the spirit, God knows, is as mercurial as it ever was.

In a tree there is a spirit of life, a spirit of growth and a spirit of holding its head up.

an old woman ... is a person who has no sense of decency; if once she takes to living, the devil himself can't get rid of her.

... there is a skeleton (or death) that flees terrified in the face of my will to live.

Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. . . . Vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it, like health or brown eyes or a baritone voice.

A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem, gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force of life pushing up from inside. This was the way Natasha's wound healed. She thought her life was over. But suddenly her love for her mother showed her that the essence of life - love - was still alive in her. Love awoke, and life awoke.

When you have life, you can weather any storm. You're breathing. You have life.

Let me make this real simple. You will not break me. The hole will not break me. I will not break. I will not be broken.

Never allow yourself to break, and always remain unbreakable.

Only the fire of life can melt the chains of death.

You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry. You must dive naked under, and deeper under, a thousand times deeper!

A human being can never be broken

There is still time for endurance, time for patience, time for healing, time for change. Have you slipped? Rise up. Have you sinned? Cease. Do not stand among sinners, but leap aside.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

Why should we stop living because some people try to kill what is left of energy in ourselves?

Beat me, hate me, you can never break me.

Adversity is the refiner's fire that bends iron but tempers steel.

Your life, your soul, your world. They cannot kill it. Look at me, I’ve died but I opened my eyes again.

I think life goes through a cycle of losing and refinding yourself all the time. Everyone has disappointments all the time, some of them pretty small, some of them pretty big.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair and I eat men like air.

Junkies might be easy to knock down, but they're never fragile. They have souls like old leather shoes studded with steel, and they're about as much good as friends.

Grant us the wil1 to fashion as we feel, Grant us the strength to labor as we know, Grant us the purpose, ribbed and edged with steel, To strike the blow.

Eighty years old! No eyes left, no ears, no teeth, no legs, no wind! And when all is said and done, how astonishingly well one does without them.

I have stitched life into me like a rare organ