Quotes About Resilience

We're wretches but we're still capable of this - songs rising up inside us.

The storyteller is the survivor, after all.

Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th time.

Success is failing nineteen times and soaring the twentieth.

I strive to get what I want and people have always said I am a monster in that department, but that is always said about us ladies who grasp for our own strength.

She felt the pain of his loss inside her like a savage hook. She wanted to reach into him and take it out, as though it were shrapnel. But the pain was old to him, and somehow it had become a part of him. He could bear it and speak of it. It had shaped him; he had accommodated it. He had loved and he had lost and it had made him who he was.

It's just a part of her life. Sewing her world back together again, sometimes even daily.

Sometimes, the only way out of the fire is through the fire, m'boy.

And as she looked back at him, she felt the serrated edges of her heart in her chest. But also a sort of dizzying vastness: she could face anything now.

Some of us walk about with the burden of old wounds. What must it be like to have the burden of…healing?

She didn't usually mind being just a bit in over her head. She generally flailed like a becalmed ship, irritable and purposeless and panicked, when things were simple.

Have you ever been in love?" "Colin. For the love of God." "I have," he said bluntly. "And when you lose love, it tears a hole out of you. The pain can be gruesome. I thought I lost Madeline once, and I swear for a few days I thought I might never be whole again." "Perhaps you should write a poem about it. Add another verse to your song.

She wanted to buckle, lie on her side and gasp like an eviscerated fish. She held her breath against it, but her mouth parted. She cared naught for living in the moment, but apparently her body was sensible. It wanted to breathe.

Even cliffs are vulnerable, Captain Eversea, she thought. The sea gets at them, eventually, reshaping them inexorably, giving them no choice at all in the matter.

One of heartbreak's chief qualities seemed to be its ability to distort time and distances.

Oh, I'm bowed, but unbroken.

And much like a catapult, my dear, the lower you begin in life, the higher you can eventually fly. All it requires is the right person to, shall we say, effect the launch." -Miss Endicott.

I should not, if I were you, wish to be, because 'sterner stuff' is usually forged by hardship.

but the pain was old to him, and somehow it had become a part of him. He could bear it and speak of it. It had shaped him; he had accomodated it. He had loved abd he had lost and it had made him who he was.

Such a fragile way to sustain a whole life: on a web one weaves for oneself.

she wondered if seeds ever resented the sun, knowing it would shine with no quarter and give them no choice but to push their heads up out of the safety of the hard, hard ground and bloom.

She settled upon the hound. She met its brown eyes. It blinked slowly in what she liked to think was sympathy. Neither of them wanted to be where they were at the moment.

We did everything we could to save him, to defend him and still we knew he was going to die. One never feels more like speck upon the breast of the universe in those moments.

And in his weariness, only one word came to Jonathan, like a prayer. Tommy, he thought, invoking what was good and real. Tommy. The word for love in his world right now. Tommy. And he supposed the word that occurred to you in your darkest moments...well, that word meant love. That was perhaps how you knew. And perhaps that was the purpose of dark moments.