Quotes About Resilience

This was the photograph, I knew, that had already burned its way into my dreams and my shadows, into that part of my mind that I have no control over. Its image would reappear in all its wanton cruelty for the rest of my life, particularly when I was least prepared for it.

Driving down 93, I realized once and for all, that I love the things that chafe. The things that fill me with stress so total I can't remember when a block of it didn't rest on top of my heart. I love what, if broken, can't be repaired. What, if lost can't be replaced. I love my burdens.

So he's a bad guy." "Everyone's bad." "No," Bob said, "they're not. Most people are okay." "Yeah?" A smile of disbelief. "Yeah. They just, I dunno, make a lotta messes and then they make more messes trying to clean those first messes up and after a while that's your life." She sniffled and chuckled at the same time. "That's it, uh?" "That's it sometimes.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

And she was-definitely-a woman who did not shrink from gauntlets, but stepped up to them, and said, Okay, bring it. Bring your worst. I will get back up. Every time. I will not shrivel and die. So watch out.

I'd like to be sitting here five years from now, Marshal, and know you're still in the world. Teddy looked down at the hand on his knee. Looked up at Cawley. I would too, he said softly.

You told yourself it was okay—because that's what you had to do to cross a body of water—but it wasn't.

Dennis Lehane

Teddy wished that his mother were still alive so she could teach her grandkids you had to get hard, strong. The world didn't give a shit. It didn't bestow. It took.

El tema, escribió él, es el dolor. Cuánto acumulo, cuánto esquivo.

I love my burdens.

and it blew open a chamber of her heart that refuses to close no matter how hard she presses down on it.

La cálida mano de Angie se cerraba en torno a la mía mientras dábamos media vuelta y, esquivando los escombros, seguíamos el camino de la brisa en dirección a nuestra parte de la ciudad.

After all this suffering, the faces seemed to ask, are we to accept that suffering is the point?

Brian joking that if there was one place in the city where the locals didn't need help learning how to shoot—or dodge—bullets, it was Dorchester.

I am still afraid. But I am not terrified.

Habías visto algo tan cruel? Soltó una risita. —He visto cosas

irretrievably broken and wholly unbreakable

Had eyes Luther'd seen before in the white poor—spent his whole life eating rage in place of food. Developed a taste for it he wouldn't lose no matter how regular he ate for the rest of his life.

Maybe the opposite of hate is not love. It's hope. Because hate takes years to build, but hope can come sliding around the corner when you're not even looking.

Shit happens. It is what it is. Whatta ya gonna do.

Dennis Lehane

have been this other one they call Spartak.

That when a woman moves on, she doesn't look back, and I'm that woman.