Quotes About Resilience

A sane person would be terrified by now, he knew, ranting and rambling and promising to give the man with the gun anything he wanted. But Logan had learned a long time ago that there was nothing you could give a man with a gun to make him happy. Men with guns were only satisfied when they took . And Logan was going to hang on to the last of his self-respect for as long as he possibly could.

I know there's no use in looking back. It's started now. And looking back won't do anything but make me turn to salt. I blame my new designer shoes for the fact that my footsteps are unsteady. I blame the fact that I can't breathe on the blue dress's tiny waste.

I shouldn't be alive

Even at the Gallagher Academy, they don't teach you to break somebody's heart.

I can't help but stare at his swollen eye and bruised jaw. He looks like the god of war, damaged and scarred, but still standing. I'm not thinking as I reach up and gently run a finger across his battered face.

How have you been, Gracie?" "Alive.

Sometimes the sexism in this country amazes me, but then I remembered that society's tendency to underestimate women is a Gallagher Girl's greatest weapon...

When number one fails, convince them that leaving you behind by yourself is a BAD idea.

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Tell me, Cameron Ann Morgan, what do you want to be when you grow up?" We'd reached another door, and I stopped and looked up at the camera that monitored the entrance, just as I whispered, "Alive.

There was a time that [my mother's death] would have made me cry, but that's the good thing about being dead inside, I guess. Dead people don't feel pain.

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Cassia. I know which life is my real one now, no matter what happens. It's the one with you. For some reason, knowing that even one person knows my story makes things different. Maybe it's like the poem says. Maybe this is my way of not going gentle. I love you. (Ky Markham)

My experiences have taught me a lot and I'm happy with my learnings, if not with what I went through to learn.

If you really want to be a writer, nobody can stop you -- and if you don't, nobody can help you.

It is Pau-kala. The branch is still bare. The old tree's leaves will never return - they are a memory and a song. But there is a sapling, there is a sapling right beside that old tree, and it's trembling with promise. There will be a spring again.

Todo me dolía hasta que me cansé también de eso, porque con el tiempo, el dolor aburre

Siempre queda una tristeza nueva por conocer, y un trapo roto y sucio para torearla.

Si nuestros abuelos nos vieran, se morirían primero de risa, después de pena. Porque para ellos esto no sería una crisis, sino un leve contratiempo.

Así no se puede vivir, pero se vivía, así vivíamos todos, y yo no tenía ganas de morirme mientras me quedaran tantos libros por leer, tantas historias por escuchar, tanto monte y tanto río por explorar con el Portugués.

casi cuarenta años de lucha ininterrumpida, un ejercicio permanente de rabia y de coraje en el contexto de una represión feroz.

el hospital donde llevaba más de treinta y seis horas luchando, primero por la República, luego por mi propia vida, la que estaba a punto de perder.

No me dejó terminar la frase y así, el último beso de aquella noche me enseñó lo más importante. Que nada, ni los hielos del invierno, ni las borrascas del norte, ni el Patronato de Redención de Penas, ni Franco, ni lo que había hecho con España, ni siquiera ese Dios torpe y tullido que acababa de quedarse manco y ya no tenía fuerzas para apretar, para ahogarme a la vez entre sus dedos, iba a impedir que yo fuera feliz en Cuelgamuros

En España no se podía vivir, pero vivíamos. Los que tenían una oportunidad, se fugaban a Francia o se echaban al monto. Los que habían perdido todas, se suicidaban. Para los que no teníamos la ocasión ni el coraje de escapar, sólo existía una receta, conformidad, paciencia y, sobre todo, resignación