Quotes About Resilience

Strength is the first virtue," Alera said. "That is not a pleasant fact. Its distastefulness does not alter the truth that without strength to protect them, all other virtues are ephemeral, ultimately meaningless.

Thomas barked out a laugh. There are seven of us against the Red King and his thirteen most powerful nobles, and it's going well? Mouse sneezed. Eight, Thomas corrected himself. He rolled his eyes and said, And the psycho death faerie makes it nine. It is like movie, Sanya said, nodding. Dibs on Legolas.

We're all so damned fragile.

If I lived through the next day or so, I needed to start keeping track of where these jokers liked to get their bloodthirsty freak on. It might give me an edge someday. Or at least a list of places that could use a nice burning down. I hadn't burned down a building in ages.

Sometimes I think that's where most of us are. Fighting off the crazy as best we can. Trying to become something better than we were. It's that second bit that's important.

Survival was not enough. One had to live.

This isn't going to work," Justine murmured. "It is going to work," I told her, keeping my tone confident. "We'll breeze right in. The Rack will be with us." Justine glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. "The Rack?" "The Rack is more than just boobs, Justine," I told her soberly. "It's an energy field created by all living boobs. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.

I hadn't gotten beaten up twice, shot, and nearly strangled to get taken out by a misguided werewolf bitch.

Whenever it gets too dark, think of the good things you have, the good times you've had. It will help. I promise.

You can't abandon life just because it's scary, and just because you get hurt.

Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

I hate feeling like Han Solo in a world of Jedi.

Doesn't matter how pretty you are. What's important is how pretty you feel. No one feels pretty when they hear no often enough.

The pain we feel in life always grows. When we're little, little pains hurt us. When we get bigger, we learn to handle more and more pain and carry on regardless.

I kicked the door open, staff held ready to fight, and shouted, And I'm all outta bubble gum!

At one time in my life, a shapeshifted, demonically possessed maniac crashing through a window and trying to rip my face off would have come as an enormous and nasty surprise. But that time was pretty much in the past.

The only people who never hurt are dead.

Holy water, a couple cloves of garlic, vials of salt, and iron fillings filled the basket, intended to be door prizes for anything that showed up in an attempt to suck my blood, carry me off to faerieland, or sell me stale cookies.

Sometimes I get tired of being the guy who is supposed to deal with un-deal-withable situations.

I didn't have any money or ID. I didn't have a credit card. Hell, I didn't have a business card. What would it say? 'Harry Dresden, Winter Knight, Targets Slain, No Barbecues, Waterslides, or Fireworks Displays.

Some days, it just doesn't pay to get out of bed.

The world seems dark and ugly sometimes. But there are still good things in it. And good people.

I leaned closer and gave her the look I usually save for rampaging demons and those survey people at malls.

These creatures have destroyed our lands. Murdered our people. Isana lifted her chin. Pay them for it. When Antillus Raucus looked up, his eyes were hard, cold, and clear. Watch me.