Quotes About Resilience

Alive is better than dead. Always.

Find the heroism within yourself to play out the hand you've been dealt. The universe never sets a challenge that can't be met.

Mr. Crepsley was every bit as composed as he'd sworn he would be. He didn't even shed a tear when the funeral litter was set alight. It was only later, when he was alone in his cell, that he wept loudly, and his cries echoed through the corridors and the tunnels of Vampire Mountain, far in the cold, lonely dawn.

Do not be such a baby, he jeered, tugging my hands free. It hurts! I howled. Of course it does. He laughed. It hurt me too. Did you think becoming a vampire was easy? Get used to the pain. Much of it lies ahead.

It's one thing to go into a fight knowing you'll probably lose. Quite another to be told that to win, you must offer up your throat to be slit.

If I had an ordinary illness, I'm sure they could fix me. But I've seen demons rip my world to pieces. Nobody believes that, so nobody knows what I'm going through. I'm alone. I always will be. That's my life now. That's just the way it is.

Grubbs cries out and wraps his arms around the little girl, hugging her like a doll, weeping while we stare at the pair of them, bewildered. When he finally stops crying, he releases Bec and grubs shakily at her, then casts his gaze over the rest of us, his features firm. Show of hands. Who's going to help me and Bec kick some Shadow ass? Five arms rise immediately.

People need devils and dark gods, if only to give them a foe to rally against, an obstacle to overcome. Your people understood that there can be no light without darkness, no good without evil, no triumph without setbacks. You can't kill me because I'm part of all that you are, all you've done and plan to do. You don't have to like me. You can even loathe me. But you must accept me.

Death is the worst this world can throw at you, Darren -- if you accept it, it has no power over you.

With such a small brain, I don't know how you made it this far.

As long as you're breathing, your story's still going.

Failure is always a bitter pill to swallow, Mr. Crepsley said.

We all have to do things we don't like in life.

It's useless, I groaned, sinking to the floor. It'd take months to get ready for this. I don't have a hope in hell. Of course you do! Vanez roared. Squatting beside me, he poked me in the ribs. Feel that? he asked, jabbing a sharp finger into the soft flesh of my belly. Ow! I slapped his hand away. Quit it! It's sharp? he asked, jabbing me again. It hurts? Yes! He grunted, jabbed me one more time, then stood. Imagine how much sharper the stakes in the Hall of Death are, he said.

Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight.

The world might be going up in flames, but we have to carry on as normal

Like worms, we've grabbed on to the talons of eagles and learned some small truths and means of flight. But we can never really fly. We try, and succeed to a certain extent, but the fall is always — will always be — there.

I don't like you, Debbie snarled. You're cocky and arrogant. You don't have to like me, Steve retorted. This isn't a popularity contest. It's a matter of life and death.

But in life we don't usually get to choose the time of our defining moments. We just have to stand and face them when they come, no matter what sort of a state we're in.

I've endured the Trials of Initiation twice, a terrifying journey through an underground stream, encounters with killers, a bear and wild boars. How bad can school be?

Mr. Crepsley was every bit as composed as he'd sworn he would be. He didn't even shed a tear when the funeral litter was set alight. It was only later, when he was alone in his cell, that he wept loudly, and his cries echoed through the corridors and tunnels of Vampire Mountain, far into the cold, lonely dawn.

Victims wait for others to fight on their behalf, Alice said roughly. Those who don't want to be victims fight for themselves.

Deberás ser fuerte y tener fe en ti mismo. Nunca admitas la derrota, aunque te parezca inevitable.

Even in death, may you be triumphant.