Quotes About Resilience

I know it's an experience that I need to have if God's putting me through it.

Jail didn't make me find God, He's always been there. They can lock me up, but my spirit and my love can never be confined to prison walls.

Trying to tear down the past prohibits you from building up your future.

Today we grieve, tomorrow we fight.

Many women who become mothers continue to alpine climb, surf big waves, ski steep remote slopes, fight wildfires, and more. And why shouldn't they?

YOU are the one thing in this world, above all other things, that you must never give up on. … You are more precious to this world than you'll ever know.

Better to be strong than pretty and useless.

I'm getting really tired of bleeding. Someone stop the world, I want to get off.

That's the funny thing about old hurts- they just wait for new heartache to come along and then show up, just as sharp and horrible as the first day you woke up with the world changed all around you.

Graves scooched a little closer to me, and I didn't even think about it. I put my arms around him and hugged. I didn't care if it hurt my arm and my ribs and my neck and pretty much every other part of me, my heart most of all. When you're wrecked, that's the only thing to do, right? Hold onto whatever you can. Hold on hard .

Lilith Saintcrow

Death did not play favorites—He loved all equally. What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure . The god's voice—not quite words, just a thread of meaning laid in my receptive mind—

He was the only boy I'd found worth dating in God knows how many schools. I mean, ever since he'd been bitten by a werwulf he'd been rock-steady. The best thing about this totally effed-up situation.

Really, I scolded myself, you should have known that you'd end up in a stone dungeon with no facilities. That's how these things always end up, isn't it?

Lilith Saintcrow

I don't believe in getting clothes that just look pretty or that'll fall apart—they have to stand up to a lot of abuse.

You can't ever stop thinking something quick enough. Something that hurts always gets the knife in too fast for you to slam a lid on it and shove it away.

It was the same old crap-someone thinking they can push you around because you're young, because you're helpless. You had to just sit there and take it because you were under a certain number, because you weren't a real person yet; you could be picked up and dropped like a toy, left behind or thrown away-

It wasn't easy, but she was used to swallowing.

Hadn't he spoken to the trees? Of course, the entire trailer park and its surroundings might be razed to make way for something even mortal-uglier, the living earth sleeping fitfully under concrete. He might well decide it wasn't worth the effort, or the heartbreak when such careful work was undone.

What would he do? He wouldn't be sitting here moping. He'd be figuring out some way of getting out of here. Christ, I'm woefully short on practical experience. The researcher's doom, actual field conditions.

No matter how much time goes by, missing someone never gets any better. You just learn to work around it.

What you cannot escape, you must fight; what you cannot fight, you must endure

She had done all she could. It didn't feel like enough. Nothing, in fact, ever did.