Quotes About Resilience

If you want me you're going to have to come and get me.

He called me an asshole and said, "I'll bury you!" like some comic book villain. I wanted to fucking scream my head off—I'm not your toy! Your puppet! Your whore! I'm a human goddamn being and I expect to be treated as such! Instead I told him I didn't want to be buried, I want to be cremated. And I want my ashes stored in a disco ball he can hang over his desk.

Because a soul never truly loses hope until hope has turned to ashes, or has been buried six feet underground.

When you're twenty-three and you fall in love, you tend to think that love will supersede any problems. But no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces.

There's nothing like heartbreak to crack a person wide open. But the cracks can sometimes act as reservoirs too.

I had scars. But my scars also served to instill a kind of reverence in me. Reverence that, during times of weakness, became shrouded in darkness.

Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn't break my heart. My heart's fine. My heart's in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.

I nodded, refusing to consider the possibility that any of us are doomed to die the same sorry people we sometimes become.

Realizing that no matter how much you love somebody, no matter how desperately you want a relationship to work, life can act as an oxidizer and corrode it to pieces.

My lust never flourished arbitrarily. Life had never been that easy for me.

But everyone falls in love with Holden Caulfield when they're sixteen. They read The Catcher in the Rye and don't feel so alone. The problem is, they get over it. They forget that grief. Or they bury it. I never could.

I showed up, shut up, and made it work. But it felt like compromise. And if you ask me, compromise feels like amputation.

I have one rule about trouble. When it comes, I get out of the way.

Cancer doesn't discriminate.

I've got some battle wounds.

Tiffany L. Warren

People don't understand that when I grew up, I was never the most talented. I was never the biggest. I was never the fastest. I certainly was never the strongest. The only thing I had was my work ethic, and that's been what has gotten me this far.

My mom was tough.

Your biggest strength is your ability to appreciate the imperfection of your life.

Gandhi, who once said, "A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history." Such were Irena and all her friends, and this is their story. Afterword Author's Note on the Story of Irena's Children

I tell their stories here to do all of them some small honor. Their lives and, sometimes, their deaths speak to what we are capable of as average people in the face of evil and horror.

Widowed at the age of twenty-seven, with no formal business training and no firsthand experience, Barbe-Nicole transformed a well-funded but struggling and small-time family wine brokerage into arguably the most important champagne house of the nineteenth century in just over a decade. It

To be able to bear provocation is an argument of great reason, and to forgive it of a great mind.

She might not be as beautiful, or as smart or as rich as all the rest of them. But she had her pride