Quotes About Resilience

This is the graveyard where they buried our future.

Rachel Caine

You never understand how vulnerable you are in this age of social media until something breaks against you, and then . . . then it's too late. You can shut down Facebook, Twitter, Instagram; you can change your phone number and your e-mail. Move to new places. But for dedicated tormentors, that isn't a barrier. It's a challenge.

Woman, I spend my days hammering nails and building strong walls. I'm plenty manly enough.

You don't fight the sea. You leave until the flood's over.

I've never been through what you have, but I've been in the dark a few times. Sometimes the light's just too bright.

He'd never wanted to know the future. If he didn't know storms were coming, it was easier to enjoy the sunshine.

Afternoons are hard. Mornings are pure evil from the pits of hell, which is why I don't do them anymore.

Yeah, well, things happen; you can't always predict what comes next.

Crepi il lupo. Kill the wolf.

Out of nowhere, he remembered something his father had told him when he was just a child. When all the world is a lock, boy, you don't make a key. You become a key.

And you look weak as a kitten.' 'Do I?' Myrnin asked, and smiled slowly. It had a sharp edge of lunacy to it. He made a purring sound low in his throat. 'Do try to pet me, then. You can report back how sharp my claws might be, once your throat grows back.' 'Fool.' 'Narrow roundhead.' 'You thieving, insolent Taffy—' 'Enough!' Claire shouted

I don't know if she has any choice.' 'There's always a choice.'... 'Unless your choice is to lie down and die.

Run, I see him say, enunciating it so I can lip-read. Run away. I walk instead. Slowly. Calmly. Because fuck him.

those people live in a dystopian fantasy where they're the heroes in a world full of threats.

life's a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

I'll rest when I'm dead.

This is what you wanted, I tell myself. You wanted Melvin to come for you. Now you just have to live long enough to be useful to your kids. Stay alive. I can't depend on Sam now. I can't depend on anyone but myself. All my life has been coming to this.

But the only thing more certain than death and taxes is bullies.

Absalom has made me into the worst kind of enemy: one with nothing to lose, and nothing left to fear.

While I was still Gina, but after The Event, I'd taken up running, and it had been grueling and exhausting until I built up my strength. Now, when I stop holding myself back, I run like I feel breath on my neck, as if I'm running for my life. It's not healthy or safe, and I'm well aware that driving myself that hard is a form of self-punishment, and also an expression of the fear I live with every day.

I'm forged hard out of pieces, like a bar of solid steel. There's nothing soft left. I'm too broken to be broken anymore.

Gwen Proctor is the fourth identity I've had since leaving Wichita. Gina Royal lies dead in the past; 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.

but sometimes it's necessary to face your fears to learn from them.