Quotes About Resilience

When I rise, though, I strap on my new sword. It is cold and solid in my hands, heavy as a promise.

Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years. —G. K. CHESTERTON, ORTHODOXY

But then a prince rides up and sees the girl and finds her beautiful. Beautiful, not despite her suffering, but because of it.

So long as I don't die from it, I'll be harder to kill.

Rendirse no es motivo de vergüenza.

I am not yet in pain. But I do not doubt that I will be.

Plunge a heated sword in oil, and any small flaw will turn in to a crack. But quenched in blood as you were, none of you broke. You were only hardened.

Will you tell me how you came to be living…" He stops, as if trying to find the words. "As you were." I remember the care I'd given that he not know. How could I explain the way time seemed to slip from my fingers, the way I became incrementally more detached, more unable to reach out a hand to take anything I wanted?

She'd had a bad day in a bad month in a worse year and was exhausted by the idea of getting hassled.

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." "Only idiots aren't scared of things that are scary," Taryn says, which is undoubtedly true, but still fails to dissuade me.

We're not mortal. We will break you. You're a fragile little thing; we'd hardly need to try. Give up." "Never," I say. He smiles, smug. "Never? Never is like forever - too big for mortals to comprehend.

The Roach clasps his hand on the back of my neck with a laugh. 'You did good, kid, you know that? You came out of the sea even tougher than you went in.' I have to look down because I am surprised by how much I wanted to hear someone say that. When I glance back up, Cardan is watching me carefully. He looks stricken. I shake my head, to keep him from saying whatever he's thinking.

humans live much longer in captivity than they do in the wild.

There are so many broken things that I don't know how to fix. But I know how to fight.

It is said we learn more from our failures than our successes

You don't have to stay angry because if you don't, there's a bottomless well of fear ready to open up under you.

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 realised 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.

Who we were and what we did and what was done to us - we don't get to shrug that off and become some new shiny person.

Pain makes you strong.

You're unwinding yourself like a spool. What happens when there's no more thread?' 'Then I spin more,' I say, carrying the metaphor. 'Let me help you,' she says, brightening. My brows rise. 'You want to make thread?

No matter how hard she swung at him, it just made him laugh. He liked her anger. Fire, he called it. She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared.

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

Madoc would be so proud- his little girl, remembering all her training,' she says. 'Starving off the terrifying possibility of romance.

You must be strong enough to strike and strike and strike again without tiring. The first lesson is to make yourself that strong. It will hurt. Pain makes you strong.