Quotes About Resilience

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself togheter. And then everything falls apart anyway.

She went on. There's the drown of things and the swim of things, I guess. I've been going back and forth, back and forth. I feel the weight of it. And this bewilderment - how can something that doesn't have a form, doesn't have a definition, doesn't have words - how can it have such weight? And yet, there's the need to swim. Life goes on, I offered. Yeah, but you see, 'Life goes on' is as a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.

It's my way of telling her that even though I haven't experienced so many things, I have managed to have a life.

I don't want to be the strong one, but I don't want to be the weak one, either.

You hear the phrase all the time: a brush with death. What they don't tell you is that the brush has paint on it. And once it touches you, you can't get it off.

Niet krijgen wat je wilt kan je wreed maken.

My fear tries to keep my secrets locked down, but my hope keeps slipping you the key.

But this is what losing most of your friends does: It makes you unafraid. Whatever anyone threatens, whatever anyone is offended by, it doesn't matter, because you have already survived much, much worse. In fact, you are still surviving. You survive every single, blessed

We are face to face with enormity again, but this time we are going to make it through. It is a moment we can get out of. Together.

so eventually i gave up. i give up every single day.

I still find it hard to see Ground Zero. I still find it hard to witness the nothingness. The lights are not a remedy for this. There will never be a remedy for this. But they are a strikingly apt presence. They are both something and nothing at once. They fill the space without claiming it as their own. They are translucent. They blur.

We were over and I wasn't over it.

But I have lived myself for too many years. I know exactly how hard I am.

I fear you may have outmatched me, because now I find these words have nowhere to go. It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show that you tried unless you end up succeeding.

He is doing it because he feels alive. [...] It is the ultimate buoy against drowning. It is the ever-saving grace.

Here's what breaks us: Even though we know better, we still want everything to be all right.

If we go through this thing and it changes us so much, you have to hope that it changes us for the better, right? If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

Some days are like this. And the only way to get through them is remember that they are only one day, and that every day ends

If we don't fight other people's curses, what are we left with? Just a swift fall to the earth, and where's the meaning in that?

We often believe the truest measure of a relationship is the ability to lay ourselves bare. But there's something to be said for parading your plumage as well, finding truth as much in the silly as the severe. Your humor is your compass and your shield. You can hone it into a weapon or you can pull its strands out to make your very own cotton-candy blanket. You can't exist on a diet of humor alone, but you can't exist on a diet without it, either.

Even now, you refused to be pixelated, forgotten, silenced, erased. Not that I wanted to erase you. The opposite. I wanted the opposite.

all i wanted was one fucking break, one idiotic good thing, and that was clearly too much to ask for, too much to want.

It was an exquisite irony: Just when we stopped wanting to kill ourselves, we started to die. Just when we were feeling strength, it was taken from us. This should not happen to you. Adults can talk all they want about youth feeling invincible. Surely, some of us had that bravado. But there was also the dark inner voice telling us we were doomed. And then we were doomed. And then we weren't. You should never feel doomed.

I'll kill myself. I swear, I'll kill myself, you threatened. We're not going to leave you alone, I said. But we had to, eventually. After all, people are always separable.