Quotes About Resilience

Fight your fight,' she tells me. 'Let someone else worry about theirs.

What they don't realise is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle in to my bones, and ignore it. If I didn't pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc's estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.

You whom I could not save Listen to me." —CZESLAW MILOSZ, "Dedication

I feel the stitches holding me together as though I am a rag doll with stuffing trying to leak out.

Let me be feared and never again afraid.

We're not going to be fine, Tana. We're never going to be fine ever again.

If she was going to die, she might as well die sarcastic. She'd seen a lot of old movies, and that was definitely the way to go out.

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubborness.

I'm fine,' Oak says, sliding off the horse and immediately collapsing onto the asphalt. 'Fine?' the knight echoes, eyebrows raised. 'I couldn't say it if it wasn't true,' says the prince, and manages to stagger to his feet. He leans heavily on a nearby car.

Pain makes you strong... Get used to the weight.

I wish I could punch him in his smug face and show him how undeterred I am by his exile.

But I'm done with being weak. I'm done with being good. I think I'm going to be something else

But my heart keeps beating harder, and I shrink into myself, as though if I am still enough, anxiety will stop gnawing on my insides.

There is always something left to lose.

Long live Jude,' she says with a wink, setting down the tray on a table with a clatter of the pots and saucers and whatnot. 'No thanks to me.' I grin. 'Good thing you're a lousy shot.' She holds up a packet of herbs. 'A poultice. To draw any fever from the blood and help the patient heal faster. Unfortunately, it won't draw the sting from your tongue.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing.

To the incompetence of our enemies.

The revel will go on, I realize. Everything will go on. But I am not sure that I can.

Maybe being human isn't always being weak.

Perhaps I cannot be glamoured, but that doesn't mean I cannot be broken." -The Wicked Prince

Love is stupid. All we do is break one another´s hearts.¨ ¨Yeah,¨ I say, thinking again of Cardan. page 31-32

I would say that you lost yourself along the way, but you lost yourself far before that,' the storm hag tells me as I pass her. 'Wake up, little bird.

Many times in his first nine years, Prince Cardan slept in the hay of the stables when his mother didn't want him in their suite of rooms. It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him. Could pretend that when he was not found, it was only because the spot he'd chosen was so extremely clever.

Inside the carriage, Cardan slumps. I stare at him, at the blood drying in tide lines over his body and crusting in his curls like tiny garnets. I force myself to look out the window instead. 'How long have I-' he hesitates. 'Not even three days,' I tell him. 'Barely any time at all.' I do not mention how long it has seemed. Nor do I say how he might have been trapped as a serpent for all time, bridled and bound. Or dead.