Quotes About Resilience

Truly, we'll be wolves no longer, but as the tinker said once along ago, we'll survive like the foxes, their children.

Almost everybody I know has died," Grandma said. "Bunch of wimps.

I need mood music. I gotta get myself ready to kick butt. Lula - High Five

Stephanie Plum,I almost never shoot anyone.

The golden years are for pussies. We went straight to brass.

Adaptation is one of the great advantages to being born and bred in Jersey. We're simply not bested by bad air or tainted water. We're like that catfish with lungs. Take us out of our environment and we can grow whatever body parts we need to survive. After Jersey the rest of the country's a piece of cake. You want to send someone into a fallout zone? Get him from Jersey. He'll be fine.

Suppose something goes wrong? Suppose you need a big full-figure woman like me to help straighten things out? Lula

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake. Morelli said. I'll find you. You are such a cop. Tell me about it.

I blink back the threat of tears, swiped at my nose and narrowed my eyes. Listen to me, you two bags of monkey shit, I yelled. I am not in a good mood. My car keeps stalling. The day before yesterday I threw up on Joe Morelli. I was called a fat cow by my ex-husband. And if that isn't enough...my hair is ORANGE! ORANGE, FOR CHRISSAKE! And now you have the gall to force yourself into my home and threaten my hamster. Well, you have gone too far. You have crossed the line!

Your on your on with this one babe. Coward. Calling me names isn't going to get me in there. -Ranger and Stephanie

On the bright side, I'm sure this isn't the last time you'll ever get firebombed, so maybe you'll have better luck next time.

My mother had been slicing up the chicken. She took a drumstick and dropped it on the floor. She kicked it around a little, picked it up and put it on the edge of the plate. There, she said, we'll give him this drumstick. Deal.

Sorry about Bender, Lula said, letting the Trans Am idle at the curb. Maybe we could tell Vinnie he died. We could say we were all set to bring Bender in, and he died. Bang. Dead as a doorknob. Better yet, why don't we just go back and kill him, I said. I opened the door to leave, caught my toe in the floor mat, and fell out of the car, face first. I rolled onto my back and stared up at the stars. I'm fine, I said to Lula. Maybe I'll sleep here tonight.

It was dark and raining, with bad visibility, but this was Jersey, and we don't slow down for anything.

I may not be the most patient woman in the world, or the most glamorous, or the most athletic, but I'm right up there at the top of the line when it comes to resiliency.

There's always tomorrow." "Exactly," she said, finishing off her first doughnut, selecting a second. Maybe she wouldn't starve to death, she decided. Maybe she'd eat herself into obesity and explode. Death by doughnut.

It's not a good idea to mess with a woman who has a pimple

My mother was about three feet from Pooka. She threw herself forward, grabbed hold of his shirt, and they both went down to the ground. They rolled around a little and by the time I reached them, my mother was on top, punching Pooka in the face. "She's beating the crap out of him," Lula said. "Way to go, Mrs. P.

We're not going to die. You're with me kiddo and it just happens I know a few survival skills. Oh yeah right. Like carrying your Visa Gold in case the restaurant doesn't accept American Express.

There was an air of satisfaction to the house at the end of the day. Maybe the day hadn't gone exactly right, but the day had been lived and the house had been there for its family.

My big move was to get out of my underpants without snagging my foot and falling on my face.

Trenton cops wore more hats than I could name. They were arbitrators, social workers, peacekeepers, baby-sitters and law enforcers. The job was boring, terrifying, disgusting, exhausting and often made no sense at all. The pay was abysmal, the hours inhuman, the department budget was a joke, the uniforms were short in the crotch. And year after year, the Trenton cops held the city together.

May misfortune follow us the rest of our lives, but never catch up.

War, famine, pestilence didn't stop my relatives from moving forward one foot in front of the other. They were good solid plodders without grandiose expectations. And that's the legacy they left me. The ability to plod forward, no matter the circumstances. I realize plodding isn't glamorous, but there are times when it serves a purpose.