Quotes About Resilience

The best weapons against evil were hope, optimism, determination, and faith.

Trouble was coming, sure, but it's always coming, and meanwhile it's best to live with a smile.

There is hope for you yet. -Einstein the Labrador Retriever via scrabble tiles

I'd settle for just getting my head above the shit line before I drown.

Life has taught her that it's mentally exhausting and spiritually depressing

He can't endure being powerless. He cannot tolerate it.

He supposed he had gone somewhat mad, but a little madness was preferable to unending despair.

This is his life: confrontation with the darkness that has nothing to do with an absence of light.

Everyone is damaged, but the heart can be repaired.

Patience, steadiness, and hope are healthier than anger;

We sometimes take refuge in misery, a strange kind of comfort... But no matter what happens in life, happiness is there for us, waiting to be embraced.

Saffron "Sunny" Ketterling

After all I've lost, what's left to lose?

At forty-four, though bitter, she was nonetheless grateful that she hadn't been rendered penniless. Having clawed her way to the top once before, she'd been left with just enough assets to start the climb again. This time she would not make the mistake that had led to her ruin; she would not marry.

She is a kick-ass kind of girl, who not only knows what she wants, but what she should want, which makes all the difference. When you meet her in service, you'll know her, sure enough. You'll know her, and you'll love her.

Well," he said, "you can either do the wrong thing and let a loss like that destroy you, or you can do the right thing and be properly grateful for all that came before the loss. Grief should drive you to your knees, but if you stay there forever, you're saying you know better than God how the world should work. And you don't." He

The price I paid for that lesson has left my heart an almost empty purse, with just two coins or three clinking at the bottom.

Lee Shacket

She might lose everything, including her island and, for a time, her freedom.

Sometimes life seemed to be a machine designed to crush dreams as effectively as a junkyard hydraulic press crumpled cars into compact cubes.

Maybe he had endured tragedies and pain, numerous injustices and insults. She didn't give a damn. Join the club; that was the human condition. What mattered wasn't what they did to you, but whether you rose above the level of the users and tormentors—or whether you became one of them and did so with dark glee.

What're you—Jane Hawk?

To be a winner, you gotta be in the game.

She isn't a survivalist, but she intends to survive.