Quotes About Resilience

I felt indestructible, or at least undestroyed, more alive than I'd ever been.

It's not human to let go of love, even when it's dead.

My ancestors spent centuries in the hills of County Kerry, waist-deep in sheep shit, getting shot at by English soldiers, and my grandparents crossed the ocean in coffin ships to come to America, just so I could get possum rabies?

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you incredibly annoying.

Problems that don't get fixed, situations that neither get resolved nor go away, and annoyances you live with year by year--that's the engine knock of a long-running relationship.

If you freak out over trivial everyday grievances, how are you going to handle *real* problems?

The only heroic act one can fucking well pull out of the bag in a situation like that is to get on with life and derive some joy from the very simple pleasure of remaining alive, despite every attempt being made to kill you.

Sometimes I could feel the glaciers shifting inside me, and I hoped they were melting, but they were just making themselves comfortable.

Rod exemplifies the attitude that Losing It is no big deal. He saw that fate coming, and he was already planning to get over it.

It's the same with people who say, 'Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.' Even people who say this must realize that the exact opposite is true. What doesn't kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn't kill you makes you incredibly annoying.

Sometimes great tunes happen to bad times, and when the bad time is over, not all the tunes get to move on with you.

Shutting yourself in the wardrobe until the window cleaner has finished and left.

It's hard to look the people you love in the face when they've seen you fuck up everything you touch. Sometimes, it's easier to rebuild your life if you're with someone who's been as low as you've been.

When life gives you lemons. . . You might as well shove 'em where the sun don't shine, because you sure as hell aren't ever going to see any lemonade.

I'd be a monster fighter who rode the bus. It didn't get any more bad-ass than that.

Look at the ex-demon with his big boy pants on now.

Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at their uniqueness and glory. But eventually they are gone, brown, crumbling, scattered on the wind. But the tree remains. The tree is what is important. The tree lives on. That was a difficult knowledge to bear, and an even more difficult life to live. Of course, being the leaf wasn't exactly desirable either.

Everyone has something in their life, in their world, that can break them.

Told me that when you bury emotions like that, you're only pissing them off ... making them stronger, because you're burying them alive. They don't like that, and one day they'll make sure that you don't like it either.

Get a grip, change your shorts, and move on to the task at hand.

in a world of monsters, you had to be a ghost to survive.

The place was out in Jersey . . . Newark. And while that made living with yourself harder, it did make parking somewhat easier.

I think I got a rock in mine, 'stead of bacon." "Heh. Well, that's life for you. Sometimes you get bacon. Sometimes you get a rock. My advice to you, sir, is to eat what you can, spit out what you cain't.

If I've got food and water, as long as I can exercise my mind and keep it nimble, then I'll be okay.