Quotes About Resilience

I may be a pawn," I said as I locked my shaking knees. "But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen.

My impulse to pull away vanished. As I stood there, my shoulders became damp. I searched his expression, too jaded to believe in white knights. Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart. Don't make me promises, I whispered, and the earnest glow in his eyes tarnished.

Bowing my head, I took it - I didn't fight it, I took it - accepting it with a feeling of inevitability. It was as if a part of me had died, accepting that I couldn't be who I wanted, so I had to work at making who I was someone I could live with.

I'm not afraid of love being difficult. If it was easy, then everyone would find it.

I can't do easy anymore. It's too hard on my soul.

Knowing your limits is a strength, not a weakness.

Kim Harrison

You can't stop me. It's the only option we have to get those Weres off Rachel's tail, so unless you have a suggestion, I suggest you shut up.

But I've been to the other side and survived the trip back and can move like a queen." Pixy dust sifted over us, and my skin burned. "Don't piss me off." Behind

Thanks, Mom," I whispered. And with the knowledge that my mom believed in me even if the rest of the world didn't, I headed for the door.

It had made me strong, but it had left me flawed.

Rachel, tienes que dejar de comerte la cabeza o lo echarás todo a perder-dijo su voz de seda gris con la lluvia de fondo-. La cuestión no es si podemos hacerlo, sino si prodremos vivir con la idea de no haberlo intentado.

Build: Vookworm, but tough

It hurts," he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. "All the time. Even when I try." Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. "It will stop one day," I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Even without your trying, and then you'll feel guilty. After that, you'll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.

How do you deal with it? How do you keep from falling apart? That—What happened to them is horrible. How can a person do that to another?" Rose took a slow breath. "You cry, you get angry, then you do something about it." I watched her leave, the clack of her quick heels sounding sharp before the door closed. Yeah. I can do that.

Happy endings were never handed out. You had to fight for them, earn them with bruised hearts and sacrifices. And I just couldn't do it right now. It hurt too much when it fell apart.

You're moved by love. That means everything. Take it from one who's lost all and then gained more.

Lost what? Money? My table at Carew Tower? Your voice in the enclave, I added. Your tee time at the golf course. Trent sighed regretfully, but he was holding me tight. True. Money drives the world, but when everything falls apart to leave the underpinnings of our life bare to the scrutiny of critics and thieves, the only thing remaining, the only thing that can't be taken away, is the love you hold for the people you care about. [...] I have a very sturdy house, Jenks, Trent said. So do you.

Harsh and savage. Survival. It was never beautiful, except for its pure honesty.

I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her.

Something in me hardened, and the last of my feelings for Nick died.

He fears me because he is small. I will not meet him there. I will not shrink myself down to his size, or anyone else's, for their comfort. For their appeasement. -Cackle by Kim Harrison

I had to start living again, even if it killed me.

Mouse burger," I stated again, arms crossed and hip cocked. "A weenie little man with the courage of a mouse.