Quotes About Resilience

So why didn't you put up with it before? Why didn't you turn yourself in before I even knew you?

dodgy knee of mine.

there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now.

No kid was going to go to school in a place that looked like freaking Buckingham Palace and come out of it resilient.

Have you heard the phrase 'hitting rock bottom'?" she said. She didn't wait for an answer. I noticed her voice had changed subtly. She was speaking in her "professional" voice. "It's something that happens to addicts when they finally break down in every way possible: physically, spiritually, emotionally.

It felt like another loss. Each time he thought he was doing well, avoiding the hope. Each time he told himself: I have no expectations, but with each new failure it hurt so much he understood the hope had been there after all, flitting seductively around his subconscious. It didn't get easier either. It got worse. A cumulative effect. Loss upon loss.

She felt hot liquid anger suddenly cool and harden into something powerful and immovable.

You can choose the right shot, you can have a good swing and good technique, you can do everything right, and it can still go wrong. No player, no matter how good, makes one hundred percent of their shots. Some days you lose.

How was she going to cope for ten days without instant answers to idle questions?

Unimaginable things happened every single day and there wasn't always a good reason.

Other people's problems always seemed so surmountable, and other people's children so much more biddable.

It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." His eyes gleamed in the shadows from the candlelight. "That's, ah, from Nelson Mandela's favorite poem, 'Invictus.

You'll feel better tomorrow. You always feel better tomorrow

There's a difference between heartbroken and damaged," said Ed. "You were sad and hurt. Maybe your heart was broken, but you weren't broken.

Was today the worst anniversary yet, or was it always this bad? It was probably always this bad. It was so easy to forget how bad things were. Like winter. Like the flu. Like childbirth.

Maybe if she hadn't grown up with a big brother, if she hadn't grown up with that tough Aussie tomboy mentality: if a boy hits you, you hit him right back! Perhaps if she'd wept softly and prettily the first time that Perry hit her, then maybe it wouldn't keep happening.

It was like someone had cheerfully suggested she run a marathon when she'd just dragged herself out of bed after suffering from the flu.

long time for her to reinstall her personality after he'd systematically taken it apart, making her doubt her every thought.

You okay, Mum?" said Rob. "I'm fine," said Rachel. She went to reach for her cup of coffee and found that she didn't have the energy to even lift her arm.

pain, no surprise you're dead. You're old. That's what is meant to happen. We don't care that you forget you're old. We know you're old. Rose thinks of that poem she used to like and is pleased with herself when she can remember the first few lines. Do not go gentle into that good night. Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

You get what you get and you don't get upset!

Once you've hit a ball there's no point watching to see where it's going. You can't change its flight path now. You have to think about your next move. Not what you should have done. What you do now. She had

It was stupid to feel hurt that he had not told her he was going out, because this was the way they were living right now, but still her heart felt newly hurt, as tender and soft as bruised fruit.

refusing to give him the satisfaction.