Quotes About Resilience

No, no era una superheroína, pero era otra cosa. Era una persona... con recursos.

It's not the hair. You just--you're something else, Claire. It's like when all the rest of us don't know where to go, you ... just go. You're not afraid.

I've bowed to you for too long, and if I continue to do it, we will all suffer.

You are strong in spite of him. Not because of him.

I'm not a wilting flower, unless that gets me extraspecial treats.

Better broke than dead.

Could you maybe not admire the evil enemy quite as much, and focus on how we're going to get out of this?

What kind of stupid trip is this? So far, I've been assaulted, insulted, arrested, and now I'm tied to a chair by a bunch of vampires in case they crave a little O negative at lunch. And my boyfriend is out there somewhere, dodging sunbeams. This sucks!

When all the world is a lock, boy, you don't make a key. You become a key.

Worried about me? Brendan snorted, Hell freezes and the devil skates before that happens. You can survive anything.

Maybe only the truly damaged can accept each other in the way we do.

She'd started handcuffed, armed with a paper clip. Now she had a ten-inch strip of metal with sharp edges, handcuffs, and a paper clip. Her odds were improving all the time.

Let me find the strength to do this, he said. And let me be strong enough to protect them from what's coming.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?

It's been happening since I was in kindergarten. Not them all the time, but other kids, you know. Every day. It never stops, and it never goes away, thanks to the Internet--it just keeps happening every minute, every day. And I just want it to stop. I think about how to do it, you know. How to kill them. All kinds of elaborate things, like trapping them in pits and burying them alive, or covering them with concrete.

I meant it," I tell him. "Every bruise. Every cut. Get

Gina's long dead, and I don't mourn her. I feel so distant that I wouldn't recognize the old me if I passed her on the street. I'm glad I've escaped a hell I had hardly even recognized when I was burning in it. Glad that I've pulled the kids out, too.

When a strong gale constantly blows, everything bends," Murasaki said. "And even the most honest make accommodations, and soon they are not honest at all.

I'm not that woman anymore. In fact, I can hardly recognize her now, that weak creature who'd submitted, pretended, smoothed over every ripple of trouble that rose.

I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

When I'm feeling uncomfortable, I attack. It makes people step off and gives me time to find my way.

Run first, mourn later.

Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. So I recall, she said. Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords, indeed. Some are wars of wills and ideas. It's good we both remember that. The smile faded. But not all ideas win the war, and not all wills are strong enough. Darkness can descend so easily.

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