Quotes About Resilience

This is what I know about loss. It doesn't get better. You just get (somewhat) used to it.

My beloved boat is broken on the rocks of daily life. I've paid my debts and no longer need to count pains I've suffered at the hands of others. The misfortunes and the insults. Good luck to those who remain.

I'm a fuckup. I'm broken, and no one can fix it.

Everyone around you is going to give you a gentle push now and then, but never hard enough because they don't want to upset Poor Violet. You need shoving, not pushing. You need to jump back on that camel. Otherwise you're going to stay up on the ledge you've made for yourself.

Every forty seconds, someone is left behind to cope with the loss.

I'm not a compilation of symptoms. Not a casualty of shitty parents and an even shittier chemical makeup. Not a problem. Not a diagnosis. Not an illness. Not something to be rescued. I'm a person.

Maybe. Maybe not. Whether it's filler or not, I'm pretty glad to be here." If there's anything I've learned, it's that you need to make the most of it. "It mattered enough for you not to jump.

Sometimes in the darkest places, we find the brightest light.

FINCH : Day 75 "The cadence of suffering has begun."-Cesare Pavese I am in pieces.

I was alive. I burned brightly. And then I died, but not really. Because someone like me cannot, will not, die like everyone else. I linger like the legends of the Blue Hole. I will always be here, in the offerings and people I left behind.

No one can lock you back in, Libby. You choose whether you let them.

The bad news: surviving this will be the second worst experience of your life. The good news: the worst is already over.

You need shoving, not pushing.

I Am In Pieces

Worthless. Stupid. These are the words I grew up hearing. They're the words I try to outrun, because if I let them in, they might stay there and grow and fill me up and in, until the only thing left of me is worthless stupid worthless stupid worthless stupid freak. And then there's nothing to do but run harder and fill myself with other words...

When you're looking back, you can't look forward. And sometimes you run smack into something and hit your head.

I am broken and no one can fix it

The happy times went away for a while, but they're coming back

when life suddenly changes and you're left picking up the pieces. She says it's actually how you pick up the pieces that defines you.

Your hope lies in accepting your life as is now lies before you, forever changed. If you can do that, the peace you seek will follow.

I know life well enough to know you can't count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to.

The thing I don't say is: I want to stay alive. the reason I don't say it is because, given that fat folder in front of him, he'd never believe it. And here's something else he'd never believe--I'm fighting to be here in this [crappy], messed-up world. Standing on the ledge of the bell tower isn't about dying. It's about having control. It's about never going to sleep again.

Velva Jean, sometimes dreams change, either because they have to or because life has something else in mind for you.

You have you let the tears come," she always says. "Because if you don't, they'll come out eventually – maybe not as tears, but as anger or something else.