Quotes About Resilience

He has forgotten how to laugh except in bitterness; there are no tears left in him

I'd run. But maybe you can't run. Think of that, too.' His yellow eyes seemed to look inward, and he sounded tired. 'Sometimes you can't run.

Being a soldier is about keeping your terror in check.

The secret, it turned out, had not been to harden himself to the point of breaking. It had not been to become numb. It had been to walk in pain, like the pain of the wounds at his side, and accept that pain as part of him.

A man who thinks all day about the catch he missed because of stormy weather ends up wasting time when the sky is clear.

hope is like a piece of string when you're drowning; it just isn't enough to get you out by itself." Egwene

If you do not learn from your losses, you will be ruled by them.

Sometimes, Gareth Bryne had told her when she was a child, you find yourself outnumbered, with no path to slip away. Always do what your enemy least expects, Elayne. In that case, you must attack.

I never heard of forkroot, but walking seems to help the effects pass. You can walk most things off.

It's all right, son. It's all right." "I've done so much that is terrible." "Nobody walks a difficult path without stumbling now and again. It didn't break you when you fell. That's the important part.

I feel . . ." Egwene began weakly, and stopped to swallow. Her face was bloodless pale. "I . . . hurt." A tear leaked from one eye. "Of course you do," Sorilea said briskly. "That is what happens when you let yourself be caught in a man's schemes.

He was a soldier. He was a shepherd. He was a beggar, and a king. He was a farmer, gleeman, sailor, carpenter. He was born, lived, and died Aiel. He died mad, he died rotting, he died of sickness, accident, age. He was executed, and multitudes cheered his death. He proclaimed himself the Dragon Reborn and flung his banner across the sky; he ran from the Power and hid; he lived and died never knowing.

A queen could not show herself afraid, even when she was.

It is all right to plan for the worst possibilities, but you must not bask in them. You must not fixate on them.

Perrin ergueu o machado para atirá-lo no lago, mas Elyas agarrou seu pulso. Você vai usá-lo, garoto, e, enquanto odiar usá-lo, vai usá-lo com mais sabedoria do que a maioria dos homens. Espere. Se algum dia você não o odiar mais, aí sim será hora de jogá-lo o mais longe que puder e correr para o outro lado .

Only if you count bruises," Min said grimly. "They were upset, all right, at first. Then they saw Moiraine staring off toward Rand's hidey-hole, and decided it was his work. If the Dragon wants to shake the mountain down on our heads, then the Dragon must have a good reason for it. If he decided to make them take off their skins and dance in their bones, they would think it all right." She snorted and rapped the spoon on the edge of the kettle.

Nynaeve always fought anything she had not thought of herself.

You're welcome in my home when this is over. We'll open a cask or two of Master al'Vere's best brandy. We'll remember those who fell, and we'll tell our children how we stood when the clouds turned black and the world started to die. We'll tell them we stood shoulder to shoulder, and there was just no space for the Shadow to squeeze through.

Strangely, she still felt no fear. She thought if she survived this, she would never feel fear again.

Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.

You could cut down a tree with your axe," Raen said. "The axe does violence to the tree, and escapes unharmed. Is that how you see it? Wood is soft compared to steel, but the sharp steel is dulled as it chops, and the sap of the tree will rust and pit it. The mighty axe does violence to the helpless tree, and is harmed by it. So it is with men, though the harm is in the spirit.

three, and while he breathed, he could not abandon Elayne or Egwene.

Aemon had sent out messengers. Aid was promised if they could hold for but three days at the Tarendrelle. Hold for three days against odds that should overwhelm them in the first hour. Yet somehow, through bloody assault and desperate defense, they held through an hour, and the second hour, and the third. For three days they fought, and though the land became a butcher's yard, no crossing of the Tarendrelle did they yield.

Muad'drin tia dar allende caba'drin rhadiem!