Quotes About Resilience

Everybody wants more, and everybody should, what . . . should strive for being the best human being she can be. Or he can be. That people make mistakes is part of the sad side of living, along with dying and maiming and all the rest.

Some people, perhaps those with more dignity and less rage gnawing at the roots of their being, are nicer as failures, For me, it was like descending a deep pit that had no bottom

And I knew it was true, that my words were made of stones, that they would last and I would climb them.

When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead.

Somehow her later years had become a mirror of her lonely childhood.

When you're small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead.

No, things are not okay, but I must compartmentalize. Just because there's a problem in one life-box doesn't mean it has to create a problem in all my other life-boxes.

trying his best to discourage them,

There is always light. If only we're brave enough to see it. If only we're brave enough to be it."

Sometimes you only get one chance at something. Sometimes that's a good thing too. When that door slams shut on the thing you couldn't live without, what happens next is when the read education begins. You have to figure out how to make some peace with it all, how to have an interior life you can live with. Digging down deep is really never a bad thing in the end, but it will flat-out kick your ass while it's happening.

Even the clearest skies become cloudy.

Beat on the doors until you get what you want. Beat on the walls until your fists bleed.

You will have your duty in the bedchamber. Now, Emily, I warn you it will not be pleasant. It will hurt, and be rather messy. You must lie back and do as your husband tells you, and it will soon be over." "Mama!" Emily groaned. "I don"t really need to know—" "No, Emily, let me finish. There are ways to make it easier. I used to close my eyes and plan a party.

Maybe it was this place, this strange, ramshackle, warm-hearted place, that had given his wife that air of laughing, welcoming life. Because here she bloomed. With him she had faded and he had faded with her. Yet here she was, his Jane again. His hope. And he had never, ever wanted to hope again.

You have no idea of what you are doing to me," he warned. She smiled. "Are you trying to frighten me? Because it is not working." "No, I can see that. Just as well because it is too late." "For you or for me?" "For me," he said. "I am lost." "That makes two of us." "Then I am not lost, after all. You have found me.

it's only a mistake if it kills you or if you fail to learn from it

Hell of a thing." Bad Jacket shook his head. "He survives that warehouse fire only to fall down a flight of stairs.

Talent is useful, but always keep your dagger sharp.

It is not good for the spirits to dwell on that which cannot be altered.

She fastened the invisible corset of her composure snugly around herself and prepared to move forward with her plan.

I am always happy when my body remembers to feel things other than scared.

There are a lot of hard things in this world," he said. "You don't need to beat yourself up over something that's out of your control.

If she'd learned anything about herself over the years it was that self-doubt inevitably led to self-destruction.

Life's too short to live in the past, Amelia. Let him have his ghosts." *