Quotes About Resilience

Everyone says what they're supposed to, the usual clichés like "She's a fighter." Yeah, Danny thinks. There are two fighters in any fight, and one of them loses.

The first time he saw the child, she was in a cage. The last time he saw her, she was free.

Ser invencible depende de uno mismo. Ser vulnerable, del enemigo"».

The fan wheezes in its losing battle against the heat. But it's trying, Art thinks. It's fighting the good fight.

it isn't so much what you can dish out as what you can take.

Then know," Caro said, "that you have to accept both sides of this thing. Enjoy the rewards, accept the losses, do the terrible things you sometimes have to do. Never shed blood you don't have to, but when you have to, harden your heart and do it.

Libra mi cuello de la espada. Y mi vida de las garras del perro.

And maybe that's the best we can do in this world, he thinks as he gets up to resume watering the flowers—tend to the garden and maintain the hope of a God. Against all evidence to the contrary.

Monsters are real, and ghosts are real, too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win. —Stephen King

La speranza non muore in modo rapido e pulito, come un ramo che si spezza sotto il peso di una nevicata. Appassisce lentamente come una pianta non annaffiata.

You don't let them knock you out, you make them knock you out. You make them break their fucking hands knocking you out, you let them know that they've been in a fight, you give them something to remember you by every time they look in a mirror.

Your strengths are your weaknesses. The more you try to protect something, the more vulnerable you make it.

I'm not— Lady Macbeth Lucrezia Borgia Catherine the Great. I am —a woman doing what she has to do. I am —the woman you made me. Elena is at war.

Fail often, fail fast

It is easy to design devices that work well when everything goes as planned. The hard and necessary part of design is to make things work well even when things do not go as planned.

The Great Depression." What better way to control a free society than to take away their ability to buy, save, and grow?

The self cannot be escaped, but it can be, with ingenuity and hard work, distracted.

You are killing me." " -We? Not we. Not in any sense, we. Processes are killing you, not we. Inexorable processes.

History is the record of an encounter between character and circumstances.

In the cab going downtown, Doug believed he now understood the sensations felt by a person slowly sinking into the grasp of an octopus. Play dead, he told himself. But how?

After three weeks of constant bobbing and weaving, constant trouble, constant worry, my final week in Guerrera would be calm and serene.

May knew John had a very bad tendency, when things got unusually difficult, to sink with an almost sensuous pleasure into a warm bath of despair. Once you've handed the reins over to despair, to mix a metaphor just a teeny bit, your job is done. You don't have to sweat it any more, you've taken yourself out of the game. Despair is the bench, and you are warming it.

Well, she was dead, and there was no use crying over spilt milk.

In his journals Emerson wrote, "To every reproach I know but one answer, namely, to go again to my work. 'But you neglect your relations.' Too true, then I will work the harder. 'But you have no genius.' Yes, then I will work the harder. 'But you have detached yourself from people: you must regain some positive relation.' Yes, I will work the harder.