Quotes About Resilience

It's good that you still cry," Isabelle whispered to her. "It's when you stop crying that you're lost.

Ghosts are not the dead, come back from the grave to torment the living; ghosts are already here. They live inside us, keening in the ashes of our sorrows, mired in the thick, clutching mud of our regrets.

She might be a captive, but in this room, with a book in her hand, she could be free.

Because nothing is more dangerous than hope

Life, Rose well knew, could throw some hard punches at you, but nothing hurt as much as losing a child, or seeing one of your children hurt and suffering. Becoming a parent changed you forever, as nothing else could. Not good or bad fortune. Not friendships. Not even a man or a woman.

Let no rough waters rend apart Two who have become one heart. For love's no love that can't withstand A rogue wave breaking on the sand.

Know that you are a warrior... and that a true warrior carries love, courage, and her conscience into battle, as surely as she carries her sword.

Wounds can heal if you pull the thorns out.

You gave those people hope, girl, and that's a dangerous thing. There's no greater weapon in the whole world than hope. It's dangerous because it's powerful.

We all make mistakes, the danger lies in letting those mistakes make us. Make us believe we can't put things right. Make us think there's no hope. Make us give up.

Even the strong couldn't be strong all the time.

India said, 'But Mrs. Moskowitz, it just won't work. I still have to find a proper salaried position. I have to cover my expenses. Pay my rent.' 'You will stay with us.' 'Thank you. Truly. But it would be impossible.' Mrs. Moskowitz reached across the table. She covered India's hand with her own. 'With all respect, my dear India,' she said, 'I look to God to tell me what is possible. Not to you.

He was a flame and she'd gotten burned, and the pain was terrible, yet it didn't make the fire any less alluring.

I take a seat high above the BQE, stare at Manhatten for a bit, and then I play. For hours. I play until my fingertips are raw. Until I rip a nail and bleed on the strings. Until my hands hurt so bad I forget my heart does.

She alone knew that one must meet the world's madness with more madness.

And a good warrior knows when to lose a battle so she can live to fight the

What an incredible metaphor for what fear does to us—it devours our hearts. Hollows us out. Leaves us empty.

She was fearsome. She was strong. She was beautiful.

Nothing scares a weak man more than a strong woman.

Turning your back on the darkness didn't mean the darkness would turn it's back on you.

To love, to truly love another—that is not for the faint of heart. Why, I've seen a husband mop the brow of his plague-ridden wife, heedless of his own safety. I've seen a murderer's mother weep at the gallows, and a starving boy give his last crust of bread to his sister. Love is so strong, so ferocious, that she frightens even me. Me…

Each queen was once a girl like you; told who to be and what to do. Not pretty, not pleasing, far too rough. Lacking, less than, not enough. Till wounded subjects, anguished dead, mattered more than things that others said. Then like a flag, her will unfold. Go now girl, remake the world!

Sometimes, Belle, our troubles are too deep for words," Lumiere said. "It's at times like those when we need our friends the most

Headstrong is just a word--a word others call you when you don't do what they want.