Quotes About Resilience

The resilience of these people is amazing. I am a great believer that the sooner we get things up and running in terms of sport in this area, the better.

Everyone's talked about Bank of America and Citigroup and the rest being too big to fail, but no, no, no. The most important point...is that the US must be perceived to be too big to fail.

Never invest yourself in anything so deeply that its failure could cost you your happiness.

Somehow this is what I wanted to happen. I was holding my ground under attack from my enemies, lashing out at them until they killed me, not giving a damn.

Come on Pop' I said as best I could 'don't go back now' I felt rotten, watching him go back like that.

He was blaming her for being sick, and she kept repeating, 'I'm forty, do you hear? I'm forty and I've been through enough. I'm forty, it was too much.

I stared so long that I got to seeing them as being dark, ugly sins in my body, smelling and dirty, but my touch face showed that I didn't give a damn. I was the toughest person in the whole world. And then inside the outline of my body a devil's face slowly took shape. It came to my chest, a dark, ugly thing with big lips that looked hot around yellow pointed teeth, eyeing me in a friednly way, as though it had been feeding on what was inside me and was trying to show how pleased it was.

You only live twice: Once when you're born And once when you look death in the face.

MARÍA. ¡Ay, quién pudiera darte la tranquilidad que tienen los lagos dormidos...! JESÚS. ¡Madre, si yo fuera lago lloverían constantemente piedras sobre mi superficie! ¡Estoy hecho para el dolor!

I held on to this fantasy like a stubborn little pit bull.

Wherever you are, stay there. I will find you. The world darkens and narrows; the places where we can communicate, where we can meet, are diminishing and departing.

The time is short and the hills is dark and I's got miles to go before I sleeps. Is is no easy road.

yes, just another monsoon day out there in the Big City …

Desperation and nothing else sent her tumbling under the wheels of a tram. Sharp guillotine wheels ground past her head, then her fingers closed on a metal grille. She tore away the inspection cover. Metal steps spiked into the shaft of the personhole led down into anonymous oblivion. Head and shoulders went in. No more. "Too big, too big," shrieked the utterly inappropriate voice of reason.

There was a tight singing in her ears she had not heard since her childhood days in the community crèche: the tight singing noise you hear when you are trying not to cry.

onward he went, a named thing, rooted in the universe, yet apart from it, through the night and the rain-dancing streets.

Back to the world at the time of the Break. Don't be afraid, it won't hurt you

Never do it, never make it, too far, too high, too much," and she shouted down to them, "Of course I can, of course I will, watch me, watch me!

Striving, straining for the clouds, she could hear the voices in the manswarm below shouting, "Never do it, never make it, too far, too high, too much," and she shouted down to them, "Of course I can, of course I will, watch me, watch me!

Dicen que la Luna es dura. No; la gente es dura. Siempre es la gente.

Doubting ended. Faith restored. What to do, how it must be done, and why; clear and unambiguous as the whisper of an archangel. Rebirth from the womb of a synthetic sleep-pod. Courtney Hall grinned.

With her last breath and final erg of energy she topped the wall (sharp-edged as the razor of wisdom) and saw what lay beyond.

She could not go back. To the Transients' Hostel. To Kilimanjaro West, her home. To Armitage-Weir and her warm, friendly office. Home. She sat, crushed by a sense of looming inevitability ponderous as a falling moon.

We were young and thought we were invincible and we threw ourselves into the gears of history and it ground us up.