Quotes About Resilience

Ye mind me o' your uncle Dougal, a sionnach," she said, tilting her head to one side coquettishly. "He was older when I met him than you are now, but you've the look of him about ye, aye? Like ye'd take what ye pleased and damn anyone who stands in your way." Jamie

There's a reason why the hero never dies, you know," I said, and attempted a smile, though my face felt stiff and false. "When the worst happens, someone still has to decide what to do. Go into the house now, and get warm.

EVEN WHEN THE world ends, things bloody go on happening. You just don't know what to do about them.

There must have been some sound that made me look up, but I wasn't aware of having raised my head. John Grey was standing in the doorway of my room. His neckcloth was missing and his shirt hung limp on his shoulders, wine spilled down the front of it. His hair was loose and tangled, and his eyes as red as mine. I stood up, slow, as though I were underwater. "I will not mourn him alone tonight," he said roughly, and closed the door.

got up. She couldn't lie in bed mourning what was lost; it was no

It was going to be a bloody business, on both sides. He didn't like the thought but didn't shy away from it. It was war, and he was—once again—a soldier.

I was at once exhausted and jittery, with that horrible battlefield feeling, of being in the midst of events beyond my ability to control, but which must be dealt with anyway.

Tengo una duda. Jamás he visto a nadie sonreír antes de que lo golpeen en la cara. -Es más difícil hacerlo después.

A lot of things have almost killed him," she said, the laughter gone. "One of these days…" Her voice was husky.

Jamie had shorn his hair in preparation.

Come to think, perhaps being nearly killed wasn't always a misfortune—so long as you didn't actually die of it.

the pinched face of a man with

The door opened again a few minutes later, and Jamie emerged, no more than six feet away. His mask of cool reserve was in place, but I knew him well enough to see the marks of a strong emotion under it. But while I could see it, I couldn't interpret it. Excitement? Apprehension? Fear and joy mingled? Something else? I had simply never seen him look that way before.

Aye, well," he said. "I suppose I'm maybe not poisoned.

elbow. I had been without sleep for most of the last three days

When God closes a door, he opens a window.

Lord, help me do what You want me to do—but in the name of Christ Your son, let me live through it.

THE GATHERING STORM

that sought to tear out his throat. The firelight gleamed on the scars that decorated Walking Elk's chest and shoulders—thick white gouges that showed briefly at the gaping neck of his shirt as he writhed picturesquely, arms straining upward against his invisible enemy. Ian found himself leaning forward, his

And I—so proud of self-sufficiency at one time—could not bear the thought of loneliness again.

bent forward, hugging his knees. 'Then I could see, too. The English, wriggling over the ground like maggots in meat, and the men behind me. George McClure came up with me, and Wallace and Ross on the other side, and we were walkin' still, one pace at a time, but faster and faster, seein' the sassenaches breaking before us.' There was a dull boom off to the right;

the frantic, reflexive Dear Lord, let it be all right of everyone facing crisis. Over time, either the crisis or the petitioner wears down, and prayer either ceases or Ã¢â'¬Â¦ the person praying starts to listen.

Grey shook his head and, wheezing gently, one hand to his bruised ribs, got awkwardly to his feet and hobbled to the wing chair. "You could Ã¢â'¬Â¦ have helped," he said to Fraser. "Ye managed brawly on your own," Fraser assured him gravely, and to his mortification, Grey found that this word of praise gratified him exceedingly.

It was one thing to know Christ as God and Savior and all the other capital-letter things that went with that. It was another to realize with shocking clarity that, bar the nails, he knew exactly how Jesus of Nazareth had felt. Alone. Betrayed, terrified, wrenched away from those he loved, and wanting with every atom of one's being to stay alive.