Quotes About Resilience

There is always a use for everything, Victor had told him. Even pain.

it's always darkest before the dawn." Artemis looked at her. "What dawn? We're in the Arctic, remember?

which was a bit like a mouse chasing a cat, a giant mutant cat with laser eyes and a bellyful of smaller spiteful cats.

Some instruments seemed like they were held together with duct tape and prayers. Everything looked out of date.

The great Stephen King once wrote don't sweat the small stuff, which I mulled over for long enough to realise that I don't entirely agree with it. I get what he means: we all have enough major sorrow in our lives without freaking out over the day-today hangnails and such, but sometimes sweating the small stuff helps you make it through the big stuff.

When life gives you a lemon, thought Teddy, slipping his fingers neatly into the weapon's finger holes, you knock the lemon senseless.

This is the big time. I know you're in pain. That's just because you are sensitive to the spell's breakdown. But you have to ignore that. We have an island to move.

Scars branded the prisoner's face like lightning bolts

I'll make up for my age with a really big gun.

He was gonna die here alone. He would never be great. Artemis felt his brain going, spiraling off in a black tunnel. 'Concentrate,' he told himself. 'Focus.

This is working out pretty well, all things considered. My giddy side wants to giggle, but I choke it down. Later for the girlishness.

Ik bewonder haar, moeder, echt. Zoals zij alles aanpakt wat op haar pad komt en nooit opgeeft.' Angeline Fowl zoog verbaasd haar adem in. 'Nou, Artemis Fowl de Tweede, dat is zo'n beetje de langste niet-wetenschappelijke zin die ik je ooit heb horen uitspreken.

Are you backing out, Mulch? Or is this just the usual moaning?

strode briskly through across the tough

The barman sniggered. 'Win? Nobody wins in here, junior.

Pull yourself together. You are a professional . She didn't feel very professional. She felt like a girl out of her depth. Your body is playing tricks on your mind. Ignore it .

I was a broken boy, and you fixed me.

Wat is dat?' vroeg Holly en wees naar een grijzige vlek op de hoofdsteun van de stoel. Foaly schuifelde ongemakkelijk heen en weer. 'Eh... hersenvloeistof, denk ik. Bij de laatste opdracht hadden we een lek in de druk. Maar dat is nu verholpen. En de agent heeft het overleefd. Wel met een iets lager IQ, maar hij leeft en hij kan nog steeds vocht binnenhouden.' 'Nou, gelukkig maar,' mompelde Holly sarcastisch.

Ik heb het nog het best doorstaan, zou ze vermoedelijk ook niet bij de eerste de beste gelegenheid zeggen. Ik had alleen een geperforeerde long en een gebroken sleutelbeen. Je had moeten zien hoe de anderen eraan toe waren. - Holly

Problem was that the blues used to creep over him slow: a gradual trough, then a slow climb up the other side. But now his mind knew what to expect and ramped things up straightaway, from zero to critical in a matter of minutes.

harður maður.

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

Don't think about it, Holly told herself. Don't think about the white-hot magma flow that's going to engulf this tiny craft. Don't think about hurtling toward the surface with a MACH 2 force trying to turn you inside out. And certainly don't think about the blood-crazed troll ready to disembowel you with his tusks. Nope. Don't think about any of that stuff.…Too late.

Koboi before, and I will do it again. This determination was fuelled by sadness.