Quotes About Resilience

I'm just a broken girl who's learned I can't walk the crooked path of this life.

God] occupies all the difficult spaces humanity has endured. While I can't fully reconcile the problem of evil and why so many people have been sexually violated over the centuries, I do know this: Jesus has wept alongside me, and he weeps for his church to rise up valiantly and love the least, the last, and the lost. This is our WE TOO moment, to purposefully suffer alongside the sexually broken.

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

We've had a terrible start—it doesn't mean we can't have a better ending.

Sometimes there's not a better way. Sometimes there's only the hard way.

Love didn't end all at once, no matter how much you needed it to or how inconvenient it was. You couldn't command love to stop any more than a marriage document could order it to appear. Maybe love had to bleed away a drop at a time until your heart was numb and cold and mostly dead.

There are no rules when it comes to survival.

Don't be afraid, child, The stories are always there.

He consumed me in a different way- the way his eyes made everything jump inside of me when I looked into them, his laughter, temper, the way he sometimes struggled for words, the way his jaw twitched when he was angry, the thoughtful way he listened to me, his incredible restraint and resolve in the face of overwhelming odds. When I looked at him, I saw the easygoing farmer he could have been, but I also saw the soldier and prince that he was.

Three more days. That's what Sven always told me. When you think you're at the end of your rope, give it three more days. And then another three. Sometimes you'll find the rope is longer than you thought.

Ascente cha ores ri ve breazza." "Turn your ear to the wind," she interpreted. "Stand strong.

It doesn't always take an army to save the world. Sometimes it takes just one person who won't let evil win.

We wove our dreams together like armor.

Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

I know you have the patience of a rapidly decomposing turd.

Once upon a time, Long, long ago, Seven stars were flung from the sky. One to shake the mountains, One to churn the seas, One to choke the air, And four to test the hearts of men. Your hearts are to be tested now. Open them to the truths, For we must not just be ready For the enemy without, But also the enemy within.

We already had three steps behind us. "Hold on, Lia," I whispered. Hold on for me.

Sometimes you need to own one whole day. Maybe that's what makes you brave enough to face another.

When we lose a battle, we have to regroup and move forward again. Choose an alternate path if necessary. But if we dwell on every action we've taken, it will cripple us, and soon we'll take no action at all.

What had her life been like in Venda? Or maybe, more precisely, what had they done to her? She was not the result of happy, content parents. It was like she'd been held prisoner in a cellar her whole life. She flinched at sun and an open sky. As soon as we hit the Heethe plateau, she kept her eyes straight ahead on some distant point, her focus like steel, her shoulders rigid, like she carried a heavy pack on her back.

When you think you're at the end of your rope, give it three more days. And then another three. Sometimes you'll find the rope is longer than you thought.

For we must not just be ready, for the enemy without, but also for the enemy within. And so shall it be, Sisters of my heart, Brothers of my soul, Family of my flesh, For evermore.

Change doesn't happen overnight-it's molded by people who don't give up

He was a habit in my thoughts, not any more welcome than a rash, but I'd find myself thinking of him before I even realized what I was doing. Banishing him from my thoughts was like learning to breathe in a new way. it was a conscious effort.