Quotes About Resilience

Hey I bruise," Hale said. "Also, you are freakishly strong.

So I stared out at that cold window, watching my breath collect on the glass, trying not to think about my life after the thaw.

And I remembered with a pang what had happened to me the previous summer - that even Gallagher Girls aren't always as strong as they need to be.

Crouched on the roof between BEx and Liz, I wasn't a girl who had just broken up with her boyfriend; I looked at my watch and check my gear instead of crying. I had a mission objective and not a broken heart.

Sitting there that day, I knew that the only thing I could do was keep putting one foot in front of the other, hoping none of the secrets on my shoulders would make me lose my balance.

If you don't want to be a victim, don't act like one." It was fairly safe to assume that that was the first time anyone had ever spoken to W. W. Hale the Fifth in that manner. Kat was also fairly certain it wouldn't be the last. "I might lose my grandmother's company." Kat gave a smile and held Hale tight. "You won't lose me.

You switched the days," I said, dismayed. "You blew the tire. You..." I trailed off, probably because the next words out of my mouth were either going to be "You are enough to do this?" or "You're destined for a life of crime." It was a toss-up either way.

Pain seared through me again-a hot, burning stab in my gut-and yet my body found strength I didn't know I had, correcting as I fell.

I know not all people with scars are evil," I snap. "I'm not living in a cartoon.

One day, you will see that the heart is not always as wise as it is strong.

Because that's the thing about hope- you can never kill it yourself.

Not all people with scars are evil.

The only way Bex would miss this would be if she were unconscious. And tied up. And locked in a concrete bunker. In Siberia.

You know, it's okay to admit a little weakness now and then, Cammie. It won't kill you. In fact, I hear it makes you stronger.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words from stupid Russian kidnappers can never hurt me.

Maddie shrugged at that. She actually looked like she might start chanting, Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words from stupid Russian kidnappers can never hurt me .

But Alexandra Petrovic did not become the most powerful politician in Adria by taking no for an answer. "You seem to think that I'm asking, Ms Blakely. Which I'm not." I stop and turn. "And you seem to think that you scare me, Ms Petrovic. Which you don't.

But there are things you tell yourself. And there are things you know. And Maddie knew that the one person she could depend on was herself. But that's okay, she thought. I'm usually enough.

I know too well how dangerous hope can be, how it grows and sometimes dies, taking its host with it.

I don't answer. I'm not staging a rebellion here. I stay quiet because I don't want to break down, and I learnt a long time ago that, sometimes, the only way to silence the cries is by making no sound at all.

Leaving can't be nearly as hard as being left, Cam.

She definitely wasn't going to think about how hot Logan looked because: (A) It was Logan! and (B) She'd heard stories about girls who met cute boys and then lost their heads, and being that they were currently being held by a knife-wielding, ticked-off Russian, Maddie really didn't want to find out how literal that saying might be.

My time at the Gallagher Academy had taught me that there are some things that can never, ever be pulled apart.

And they would go back together. Eventually. My time at the Gallagher Academy had taught me that there are some things that can never, ever be pulled apart.