Quotes About Resilience

Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

You couldn't have strength without weakness, you couldn't have light without dark, you couldn't have love without loss

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

If it had been easy for Romeo to get to Juliet, nobody would have cared. Same goes for Cyrano and Don Quixote and Gatsby and their respective paramours. What captures the imagination is watching men throw themselves at a brick wall over and over again, and wondering if this is the time that they won't be able to get back up.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.

Suddenly this is all too hard. I am tired of putting up walls. I want someone with the strength - and the honesty - to break them down.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

After all, how many of us had tried to forget something traumatic...only to find it printed on the back of our eyelids, tattooed on our tongues?

And the very act of living is a tide; at first it seems to make no difference at all, and then one day you look down and see how much pain has eroded

Sometimes I think the human heart is just a simple shelf. There is only so much you can pile onto it before something falls off an edge and you are left to pick up the pieces.

Relationships always sounded so physically painful: you fell in love, you broke a heart, you lost your head. Was it any wonder that people came through the experience with battle scars?

remember that every fire will burn itself out, even without your help.

Scars are just a treasure map for pain you've buried too deep to remember.

Things break all the time. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Promises break. Hearts break.

Some women are meant to change the world, while others are meant to hold it together. And then there are those of us who simply don't want to be in it, because we know no matter how much we struggle, we can't comfortably fit.

I told myself that if I didn't care, this wouldn't have hurt so much - surely that proved I was alive and human and all those touchy-feely things, for once and for all. But that wasn't a relief, not when I felt like a skyscraper with dynamite on every floor.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

The moral of this story is that sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve. The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it Ã¢â'¬Â¦ some stories just don't have a happy ending.

A very wise man once told me that you can't look back-you just have to put the past behind you, and find something better in your future.

But then again, maybe bad things happen because it's the only way we can keep remembering what good is supposed to look like.

The mind is a remarcable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting

I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

Everyone deserves a happy ending.