Quotes About Resilience

The difference between adventure and adversity is attitude.

I trudged down the stairs and stood on the sidewalk examining my car. Deep scratch in the roof from a misplaced bullet. Hole in windsheild plus embeddedbullet in passenger seat. Bashed-in right rear quarter panel and right passenger-side door from slegehammer. Previous damage from creepy gun attack by insane stalker, And someone had spray painted EAT ME on the driver's side door. Your car's a mess,Lula said. I don't know what it is with you and cars.

able to walk away. I was firmly pulled back by my ponytail. Ranger had come in behind me and had me by the hair. "Glad to see you're hard at work looking for Mooner." "Shhh. I want to hear Joyce bark like a dog." Ranger had me flat against him, and I could feel the heat from his body seeping into mine. "Not sure that's worth waiting for, babe.

A winner is willing to look like a idiot for as long as it takes to get the job done.

I don't understand how these things happen to you. They don't happen to anyone else. Who else do you know dropped their keys in a Dumpster? No one, that's who. Only you would do such a thing.

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.

a quotation from Seneca, the Roman philosopher. Sometimes, even to live is an act of courage.

A man who does not know fear cannot die, because death has no place to enter." Vernon

This was the second time in less than forty-eight hours that a man stopped fondling me because his phone rang. And both times it was because someone had been killed. If I wasn't a well-adjusted, emotionally healthy person I might be bothered by this.

Okay, so this had all the makings of a cluster fuck, but there was a Dairy Queen Oreo Cheese-Quake Blizzard waiting for me somewhere.

In my mind, that's the difference between being a loser and a winner. A winner is willing to look like a idiot for as long as it takes to get the job done.

I would have graduated higher, but I flunked gravy.

Morelli had always seemed invincible to me. He waded through crap every day and it all washed off in the shower. Even as a kid he was constantly getting into trouble and landing on his feet. He broke his leg and he was fine. He was shot and he was fine. Never defeated. And now he was the victim of cramping and diarrhea and he wasn't sounding good.

Scary gets to be the new normal.

I graduated J&W in the top ninety-three percent of my class, and I would have graduated higher, but I flunked gravy. My gravy had lumps in it, and that pretty much sums up my life so far. Not that it's been all bad; more that it hasn't been entirely smooth.

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I'm not driving you anymore," Lula said to me. "Every time I take you somewhere, people shoot at us." "Not every time.

I could be wrong here," Lula said, "but I think you're dumb as a box of rocks." "Sticks and stones," Cal said.

May misfortune follow us for the rest of our lives, but never catch up-Nicolas Fox, The Heist

Morelli was like the post office. He always delivered. If the delivery vehicle ran out of gas, there was no need to panic. Morelli had battery backup.

figure you gotta have the right attitude about this stuff. Take Dolly, for instance. Dolly was gonna try to keep her lunch date, which is a good thing, because life gotta go on. And even though he was dead, Dirk sort of looked like he was smiling.

Maybe the day hadn't gone exactly right, but the day had been lived and the house had been there for it's family.--Two for the Dough--

Kate's hands were getting sore and blistered, even with