Quotes About Resilience

Reacher said nothing. We can't fight thirty people. To which Reacher's natural response was: Why the hell not?

We're going to beat you so hard your kids will be born dizzy.

Facts were to be faced, not fought.

You could try, Reacher said. But you'd get hurt. You're out of your league. You're up against something you never saw before. You have a mighty high opinion of yourself. Reacher nodded at Neagley. I'm talking about her. I'm just here to clear up the mess.

Hopeless is hopeless, and don't ever pretend it ain't

On his day of demobilization a lugubrious one-armed, one-eyed brigadier wished him well and then added, apropos of nothing, "Mark my words, Moutier, a great war leaves a country with three armies: an army of cripples, an army of mourners, and an army of thieves.

Don't go anywhere, don't do anything, don't call anyone. I guessed talking with the guy would amount to doing something, which would contravene the don't do anything part of the command. But then, breathing was doing something, technically. So was metabolizing. My hair was growing, my beard was growing, all twenty of my nails were growing, I was losing weight. It was impossible not to do anything. So I decided that component of the order was purely rhetorical.

Now you had one come back, Harley.

Reacher smiled. Bad luck and trouble, been my only friends.

Street-fighting's first rule: there are no rules.

She said, "You say no one ever is sure what to expect. On either side. Which is a good thing. It means the game goes to the fastest thinker. That's all I need to be." "Correct," I said. "Weird things are going to happen, and things are going to change, and the ground is going to move under our feet, but if we keep on thinking fast, we'll be OK.

Look, don't see, listen, don't hear. The more you engage, the longer you survive.

What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. He thought JFK had said it. I thought it was actually Friedrich Nietzsche, and he said destroy, not kill. What doesn't destroy us makes us stronger.

the only way to keep fear and panic at bay was to concentrate ruthlessly on the job at hand.

and heaved himself up and out. He stood in the cold clear air for a second and then turned and pushed the door shut again behind him. Held still for a second longer. Then he stepped forward and leaned against the side of the hood up near the headlight.

A crowd two hundred strong was the largest animal on the face of the earth. The heaviest, the hardest to control, the hardest to stop. The hardest to kill. Big targets, but after-action reports always showed that crowds took much less than one casualty per round fired.

again. He had crashed through the barrier. He had stopped worrying and started relaxing. He was up on that plateau where you just did whatever needed doing. I knew that place.

second rule, learned from a lifetime of bad luck and trouble: Maintain a little dignity.

I can't worry about something I can't change.

I had worked my butt off for those bastards. I was good at my job. I had made them a fortune. And they just slung me out like suddenly I was shit on their shoe. And I was scared. I was going to lose it all, right? And I was tired. I couldn't start again at the bottom of something else. I was too old and I had no energy. I just didn't know what to do.

You could have been killed." Reacher nodded. "Many times," he said. "But all long ago. Not today. Not by these guys." "You're crazy." "Or competent.

Hope for the best.' 'But plan for the worst.

Chester Stone said nothing. Just stood up and threaded his way by all the furniture and over to the door. Through the reception area and into the corridor and into the elevator. Down eighty-eight floors and back outside, where the bright morning sun hit him in the face like a blow.

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