Quotes About Resilience

The sadness ? the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain ? isn't over. It never will be. I know how best to chase it away, though. It usually works. Sometimes it doesn't. But I pray and say, fuck it, then. I choose this. It chooses me. I choose it back.

He meant everything he said, when he said it. But this is his default. And it won out. Right now you're depressed about one thing. Before you were depressed about everything. These are good times for you. I'm afraid of loving again. I'm afraid I've lost my faith. You haven't. The trapdoor I have in my mind? That can go to those bad places? It's almost gave way again. You know the ways to keep it nailed shut.

Love is it's own protection.

THE BALLAD OF READING GOAL: The vilest deeds, like poison weeds,      Bloom well in prison air; It is only what is good in Man      That wastes and withers there. Pale Anguish keeps the heavy gate,      And the Warder is Despair.

Love needs no protection; it is its own protection.

A rock on which the highest hopes are shattered. Life thwarts the best intentions and breaks the finest spirits," she said.

Love needs to protection; it is its own protection.

What's beautiful is to refuse to let yourself stop, sit down, fall asleep, or look back.

Suppose your whole world seems to rock on its foundations. Hold on steadily, let it rock, and when the rocking is over, the picture will have reassembled itself into something much nearer to your heart's desire

I may win and I may lose but I will never be defeated.

washed for even longer

But, except for a good shaking, and some fine big bruises, Fatty was not hurt at all. His fat had kept him from breaking any bones!

If you face trouble in the right way something always turns up to make things better.

get up again and go on.

Really, I'm trying to care, Artemis, really. But I thought it was all supposed to be over when the fat lady sings. Well, she's singing, but it doesn't appear to be over

And I will not be beaten by that jackass. Jackass? said Foaly, wounded. My favorite uncle is a jackass.

When you've come face-to-face with the dark side of the school yard, life doesn't hold many surprises.

That will be her undoing, gasped Artemis, already suffering under the weight of the flak jacket. Artemis Fowl will never be secondary . I thought you were Artemis Fowl the Second? said Holly.

Perhaps we can win, he thought. But there will be no happy ending

Boo-hoo. Help me, I'm a girl. What kind of modern woman are you? A smart one.

If we make it through this, we will be friends. Bonded by trauma.

Will you miss him Holly?" he asked suddenly. [...] "No," she said. "I will not miss him." But her eyes told the real story.

He took a deep, shuddering breath. Okay. I said it, it's out there. And I am fine now. So let's move on, shall we? What's the plan?

Holly died without a friend to hold her hand. Artemis felt her go, another gift of the magic. He kept on counting, brushing away the tears on his cheeks.