Quotes About Resilience

Sometimes the only thing that keeps you from going mad is stubbornness and need.

When you live in a way that's too different from everyone else, you get grief about it. Is it fair? No, but it's still what happens.

Doyle's skin wasn't brown—it was black. He looked as if he'd been carved from ebony. His cheekbones were high and sculpted, the chin a little too sharp for my taste. He was all angles and darkness. Those angles looked deceptively delicate, like the bones of a bird, but I'd seen him be hit full in the face with a war hammer once. He'd bled, but he hadn't broken. The

and pressed my hands into fists, trying to prepare myself. There is no real way to prepare

Allora perché sei qui?» chiese Micah. «Sono stanco di scappare da me stesso.» Non mi parve una risposta, benché Richard sembrasse pensarla diversamente. Comunque sentii Micah annuire dietro di me. «Smettila di scappare», disse il mio Nimir-Raj. «Non sono sicuro di sapere come fare.»

Screaming was for when you didn't have anything better to do.

The world was what it was. And no amount of anger, or hatred, or self-loathing, or stubborn blindness would change it.

Frustration in a fight can lead to four things: You give up, you fight harder, you fight worse, or you cheat.

Then give your auntie a kiss." What else could I do? I put a light kiss upon those lips, and she slipped her arm through mine, patting my hand as if we were the best of friends. "Come, Meredith, let us go slay our enemies." I

Nikolaos had killed Phillip and bitten me to prove how powerful she was. I bet she thought I'd be scared absolutely shitless of her. She was right on that. But I spend most of my waking hours confronting and destroying things that I fear. A thousand-year-old master vampire was a tall order, but a girl's got to have a goal.

shoved the door open with my left hand and hugged the doorsill. It worked like a charm. My gun was pointing at the bad guy's chest. Except his hands were already in the air, and he was smiling at me. "Don't shoot," he said. "It's Edward." I

Nothing like near death to get you to practice.

Merry didn't make you a whining bitch, Talan; you were always that.

I had myself under control again. I wasn't going to cry. I was glad. I hated to cry. It always made me feel so weak.

It is always hard to be tough when you have to look up to see someone's eyes. But I've been short all my life, and practice makes perfect.

The great bad thing happens, and you become a ghost in your own life, and then you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don't go away completely. They wait for you in low moments, and then they wail at you, shaking their chains in your face and trying to strangle you with them.

No matter what you do or how bad you feel about it, life just goes on. Life doesn't give a fuck that you're sorry or upset or deranged or tormented. Life just goes on, and you gotta go on with it, or sit in the middle of the road and feel sorry for yourself.

I slowed, just a little, one to save energy, and one to let Russell catch up sooner. I took a big breath and prepared. I knew what I wanted to do. But my body had to do it. I couldn't hesitate because my back or my arm or anything else hurt. I risked a glance back, and Russell was almost there, almost on me. I kicked him, full out, straight in the balls.

Hey, Blake, do you really need to step outside?" Zerbrowski took my arm as if to lead me towards the door. "Thanks, but I'm fine." I looked him straight in his baby-browns and lied. He knew I was lying. I wasn't all right, but I'd make it. He released my arm, stepped back, and gave me a mock salute. "I love a tough broad." I smiled before I could stop it. "Go away, Zerbrowski.

We'll think of something." And then I knew the other marshals were too close to talk more, because Edward's face folded into a grin. His face lit with that charm that Ted always seemed to have. If there was an Emmy award for hired killers, Edward would so have won.

Remember, no one can make you feel inferior without your consent. Eleanor Roosevelt said

If something scares you, no matter how small, you gotta face it because if you start failing on the small stuff eventually you'll fail on the big stuff.

sometimes things need to hurt some now, so they don't hurt a lot more later.

You can experience trauma without getting stuck as the victim forever. You can choose to work the shit and rebuild yourself, or you can sit in the ruins and mourn forever.