Quotes About Resilience

Acceptance spells death to a writer.

My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.

I am alive and well and unconcerned about the rumors of my death. But if I were dead, I would be the last to know.

Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, cause it's gonna be empty.

Death: There's nothing bad about it at all except the thing that comes before it-the fear of it.

We who think we are about to die will laugh at anything.

Dying is easy; it's living that's difficult.

I like people who can't die in their bed.

Valor is the contempt of death and pain.

You can be as mad as a mad dog at the way things went, you can curse the fates, but when it comes to the end, you have to let go.

It is rather interesting how you get used to death.

......And she's courageous but scared to death But that's what courage means

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me.

Drive your cart and plow over the bones of the dead.

We spend our years with sighing; it is a valleyof tears; but death is the funeral of all our sorrows.

Courage leads to heaven; fear leads to death.

Things have dropped from me. I have outlived certain desires; I have lost friends, some by death... others through sheer inability to cross the street.

...but even strong women need an arm to lean on now and then. (Anna Whitney in Glory in Death)

The decaying that had dragged on for too long had only turned tragedy into nuisance; death, when it strikes, better completes its annihilating act on the first try.

To my ninth decade I have totter'd on, And no soft arm bends now my steps to steady; She, who once led me where she would, is gone, So when he calls me, Death shall find me ready.

Moderate lamentation is the right of the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.

The thorn of death falls from heaven, and its myriad forms leave us no room to move.

Cause I swear that I'm dying, slowly but its happening.

The Will to Death is what keeps me alive