Quotes About Resilience

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things—time and an emotional replacement—to fully mend one.

Things are what they are and there's no point dwelling in the past or wondering what could have been.

life is less about overcoming adversity and more about the power of gratitude.

But that's the thing about the sucker punch; the sucker element hurts worse than the punch.

Some thinks will never be okay.

Nada es perfecto nunca [...]. Lo que cuenta es lo que tú haces.

Estoy aprendiendo que la perfección no es lo que importa. De hecho, es precisamente lo que te puede destruir, si se lo permites.

Sometimes you get the bead. Sometimes the bear get you. - Coach Carr

Some things will never be okay.

I needed to have a thick skin.

I trudged down Golden Road in the dark, slipping leaflets under doors, still furious and embarrassed. The gang had felt sorry for me for having to go home. Sunny's mother after all, had laughed and simply asked her daughter if she had a jacket! I felt like such an overprotected dork. Still, I had to admit I was tired. My knees were shaking with weariness. By the time I finally reached Golden Pines, I'd almost started to be grateful to Mom for being such a worrywart.

You have to laugh at yourself, because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.

Oh, how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me, I'd still have two of the same to live.

You have to laugh at yourself sometimes, cause you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.

Those the brownies will not help, must learn to help themselves

A fast didn't go fast; it was the slowest thing there was. Fast meant a door shut fast, firmly. A fastness, a fortress. To fast was to hold fast to emptiness, to say no and no and no again.

I don't know why hurting means getting better.

But no, I used all my brave up.

For some people, she thought, trials were only temporary; they sailed towards happiness through the roughest weather.

The human race settles on terms with every plague in the end, the doctor told her. Or a stalemate, at the least. We somehow muddle along, sharing the earth with each new form of life.

Once I was a stupid girl; now I am an angry woman.

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We are people in a book, and he wont let anybody else read it.

I was tired," she says. "I made a mistake." "You're not tired anymore?" She doesn't say anything. Then she says, "I am. But it's OK.

One of them asked what was in my skirts to make them so heavy, and I said, Knives, and he took his hand off my thigh and never touched me again.