Quotes About Resilience

Believe you and I sing tiny and wise and could if we had to eat stone and go on.

If you are really strange you are always in enemy territory, and your constant concern is survival.

The car that brought you here still runs.

When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves.

Our calling is to imitate Jesus in his willingness to suffer rather than to follow the ways of the powers.

you should not allow yourself to be convinced by repeated failures,

The heart sags. My footprints forget me. I don't think anything will ever be the same. This is the edge of the cliff and you can't move, can't jump. Everything is vertical. With binoculars you can see where you'll be in an hour. Raindrops collect on the lens. A fine mist. It hides us. It drifts into clocks. Gravity presses your hands. Some hurts never get said. Some get smuggled.

If they asked how I died tell them: Still angry.

We all get our dreams stamped on from time to time, right? And if it didn't hurt, what kind of second-rate dreams would they be?

There should have been a better farewell. But in the end, there never is. And we take what meagre scraps we can find.

Pull on the new flesh like borrowed gloves and burn your fingers once again.

Chasing a burning girl down a city street is a lot harder than it sounds. Civilians tend to stop and stare and this turns them into human bowling pins. Slow whiny bowling pins.

If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.

All these scars. The road map of my life. My armor.

Fortunately, I'm good at ignoring a lot of what my brain does.

Death smiles at us all and all a man can do is smile back.

Sometimes just seeing a woman smile is like a knife in the heart. It hurts and it rattles your whole system, but against all your instincts you swallow the pain and keep looking. After a while you realize it doesn't hurt as much as you thought it would.

The things we do to stay alive for another year. Another day. Another hour. The deals we make with the universe and ourselves. You start to feel dirty.

Brooding is for chickens, as my first-grade teacher used to say. Or maybe it was Lucifer. Homily reciters all kind of run together for me.

How do you explain to someone that you understand their fear, then convince them that it's going to be all right? In my experience, the more you talk about what scares them, the worse it gets. There's not much to do but ride out the fear with them and try to keep them away from liquor and razor blades.

I've got plenty on my plate. Till then, Ishii can piss his sorrows in a teapot and brew himself a hot cup of fuck off.

CANDY AND ALESSA are practicing in the storeroom. One of them is burning through "Miserlou" and the other sounds like she's falling down the stairs with a boxful of cats. But she keeps playing. Good for her.

I want to say that I'm not doing this because you tried to kill me. I want to be bigger and better than that. But I'm not. I'm doing this because you tried to kill me.

I got my ass kicked by some third-rate spooks and now my nice kitchen looks like a drunk brontosaurus tried to fuck the dishwasher.