Quotes About Resilience

Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.

But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.

Then he closed his eyes, and like millions of his fellow humans, wondered why troubles could never come singly, but in avalanches, so that you became increasingly destabilized with every blow that hit you.

It's an illness," she said, although she made the words sound like "it's uh nillness." Nillness, thought Strike, for a second distracted. Sometimes illness turned slowly to nillness, as was happening to Bristow's mother... sometimes nillness rose to meet you out of nowhere, like a concrete road slamming your skull apart.

Except that once you had broken up, it was much easier to do so again. He ought to know. How many times had he and Charlotte split? How many times had their relationship fallen to pieces, and how many times had they tried to reassemble the wreckage? There had been more cracks than substance by the end: they had lived in a spider's web of fault lines, held together by hope, pain and delusion.

I am not going to let myself be beaten to the ground by the dread of what may happen. Henrik Ibsen,

Frankly, anybody who's going to kill themselves because of a bad review has no business writing a novel in the first place.

He's the turd that won't flush," as Strike put it to Lucy,

Lucky" was what people who couldn't bear to contemplate horrors needed to hear maimed and terrorized survivors call themselves.

It is hard to abruptly shrug off a long-established love Hard, but this, somehow, you must do.

that at least, while fighting, she knew she was alive.

Everyone liked Robin. He liked Robin. How could he fail to like her, after everything they had been through together? However, from the very first he had told himself: this far and no further. A distance must be maintained. Barriers must remain in place.

She had drawn strength from everyone else's weakness, hoping that her adrenaline-fueled bravery would carry her safely back to normality,

I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees; all times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone; on shore and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name…

No self-respecting blowfly wants to lay eggs in acid.

Enough, he told his tired, hyperactive brain. Enough. And by the same power of will that in the army had enabled him to fall instantly asleep on bare concrete, on rocky ground, on lumpy camp beds that squeaked rusty complaints about his bulk whenever he moved, he slid smoothly into sleep like a warship sliding out on dark water.

He felt as though his capacity for loving had been blunted, the nerve endings severed.

It was no good waiting for anyone else to save me. I had to save me.

I am not going to let myself be beaten to the ground by the dread of what may happen. Henrik Ibsen, Rosmersholm

The act of shopping for what he needed, and of setting up the bare necessities for himself, had lulled Strike back into the familiar soldierly state of doing what needed to be done, without question or complaint.

and in spite of everything he was going through, she too was tired, she too had personal worries, and would have appreciated just a little effort.

Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime – Mineko Iwasaki

Let's try again.' But they had already tried, again and again and again, and always, when the first crashing wave of mutual longing subsided, the ugly wreck of the past lay revealed again, its shadow lying darkly over everything they tried to rebuild.

es difícil abandonar de pronto un amor duradero: es difícil, pero debes hacerlo como sea...»