Quotes About Resilience

Hazel never cried. She was forged from iron; she never broke.

I will guard you from Death, for I have no fear of him.

Stop waiting. Sink those pretty little teeth into something.

It will hurt. Pain makes you strong.

Another girl might have frozen, but I am cold all the way through.

I thought I was supposed to be good and follow the rules," I say. "But I am done with being weak. I am done with being good. I think I am going to be something else.

It can be brave to hate. Sometimes it's like hope.

Don't." She looks directly into my eyes. After a month of being forced to avoid her, I feel stripped bare by her gaze. "You can be as much of a charming bastard as you want, but you're never going to bullshit your way into my heart again.

This is never going to be over," I shout. "Someone will always be after me. There's always consequences. Well, BRING IT. I am done with being afraid, and I am done with you.

She was torn between the impulse to run and the urge to curl up like a pill bug, close her eyes, tuck her head beneath her arms, and play the game of since-I-can't-see-monsters-monsters-can't-see-me.

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

I step out of my second life the same way I stepped out of my first, holding too few things and with great uncertainty about what will happen next.

They were just buying time in scrapes and tatters.

It feels good to be fighting someone other than myself." Jude "The Queen of Nothing (The Folk of the Air #3)". Apple Books.

I am afraid that if I begin to feel, I won't be able to bear it. I am afraid that the emotion will be like a wave sucking me under.

Mithridatism, it's called. Isn't that a funny name? The process of eating poison to build up immunity. So long as I don't die from it, I'll be harder to kill

Children can laugh all day and still cry themselves to sleep at night.

So it's not as bad as it looks?" Call ventured. "Oh, no," she told him. "It's just as bad as it looks. But I'm very, very good at my job.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

It was enough to make her want to sit down on the ground and cry. It was too much. But there was no one else, so it couldn't be too much. It had to be exactly enough. It had to be what she could handle, and she had to handle it

Maybe it isn't the worst thing to want to be loved, even if you're not. Even if it hurts. Maybe being human isn't always being weak.

It seemed, in the beginning, that fighting back would only bring me further pain. That's the lesson they wanted me taught, but soon I realized I would be hurt anyway. Better to hurt someone else when I had a chance. Better to make them hesitate, to know it would cost them something.

Everyone finds different lessons in stories, I suppose, but here's one. Having a heart is terrible, but you need one anyway.

I'm no longer a child, and I don't need comfort.