Quotes About Resilience

I don't care if I fall as long as someone else picks up my gun and keeps on shooting.

My marriage was breaking up, and my marriage with Chong was breaking up. I had to come back and kind of start on my own again.

Do not think one has to be sad in order to be militant, even though the thing one is fighting is abominable.

Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.

They looked at him now with a mixture of affection and anxiety. Archie felt bad for them. He always felt bad for people who knew what he had been through. It made them feel awkward. He knew it was up to him to make them comfortable, so they could work effectively for him, no distractions, no pity.

Gah! It's never going to be safe. There will always be another monster. How am I supposed to grow up to be a bad ass... if you don't let me be brave?

How did I get here? I'm not rich. Not a mutant. Not a genius. Not a natural. I just try harder. I always have.

Josie, like Gretchen, isn't afraid of blood. What woman would be?

Because it turns out you don't need a Y-chromosome to be a super hero... you just need balls.

I had to know... how strong the virus was. How much it wanted to live.

Pee in a cup, Bobbi. Give us your blood, Bobbi. Whoops, we reanimated the dead, Bobbi. Find the antiviral, Bobbi. Clean up our mess, Bobbi. Blah blah blah. Blah. Blah.

Something about the way she moves through the world does not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.

I've had a really bad day," she said to Jack. "Your party sucked. I think my boyfriend and I are breaking up. I got taken hostage by a serial killer. I have spiders in my hair. And you're being a pig-headed asshole. I'm telling you," she added, with a glance over her shoulder at Razor Burn, "if someone points a gun at me again, or threatens me in any way, I'm going to lose it.

Something about the way she moved through the world did not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.

I had seen people who had lost everything and everyone they loved to war, famine, and natural disasters.

I hope telling stories though 'Making a Difference' - as in my academic work and nonprofit work - will help me to live my grandmother's adage of 'Life is not about what happens to you, but about what you do with what happens to you.'

My advice for a broken heart: feel it, grieve it, take it one day at a time, then when you start to feel like you have accepted the truth of it, begin to do one thing to help yourself grow or to help someone else. I guarantee you will forget your pain when you realize how powerful you are and how powerful it is to love other people.

Love. Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio. The real kind. The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres. The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish. The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing. The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed. The real kind of love. It's rare and we have it..

Art goes into the world unarmed, vulnerable to every quirk of fate, and it must survive only by its power to move men not to destroy it.

Love is not for the weak, my heart. You must have courage.

She stood in the doorway looking down at him. "Why'd you keep it?" He drew in a breath. "They were looking for a man with one arm. So I pinned this to my jacket. It's going bad-I can't use it much longer. He paused a moment, then finished, "I can't get any further without help.

The grandeur and strength or our people and democracy are as big as a forest.

I understand the harsh feelings and sentiments from my opponents and their supporters because I myself have been defeated twice in my political life in the past and I understand very well it is hard to accept your own failure.

If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life.