Quotes About Resilience

Circe, he says, it will be all right. It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. ... He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what is means to be alive.

But of course I could not die. I would live on, through each scalding moment to the next. This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh.

I did not plan to live after he was gone.

We cannot say who will survive the holocaust of memory.

He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.

I have heard that men who live by a waterfall cease to hear it—in such a way did I learn to live beside the rushing torrent if his doom.

It is a common saying that women are delicate creatures, flowers, eggs, anything that may be crushed in a moment's carelessness. If I had ever believed it, I no longer did.

We bear it as best we can,

When there is rot in the walls, there is only one remedy." The purple bruise at my throat was turning green at its edges. I pressed it, felt the splintered ache. Tear down, I thought. Tear down and build again.

Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveller, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.

This is the grief that makes our kind choose to be stones and trees rather than flesh.

The world is an ugly place. We must live in it.

That is what exile meant: no one was coming, no one ever would. There was fear in that knowledge, but after my long night of terrors it felt small and inconsequential. The worst of my cowardice had been sweated out. In its place was a giddy spark. I will not be like a bird bred in a cage, I thought, too dull to fly even when the door stands open. I stepped into those woods and my life began.

Do not try to take my regret from me.

The scars themselves I offered to wipe away. He shook his head. "How would I know myself?

I will not sentence myself to such a living death.

courage is not a matter of age, but true-made spirits.

I drew my divinity up, cold and bracing around me, and went to open the door.

I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.

It was our weakness that drew the war out, not her strength.

Do not let what you gained this day be so easily lost.' - Chiron

Beneath my feet were the bones of a thousand years. I thought: I cannot bear this world a moment longer. Then, child, make another.

No wonder I have been so slow, I thought. All this while, I have been a weaver without wool, a ship without the sea. Yet now look where I sail.