Quotes About Resilience

Never cry over pain, their mother told them. Those are wasted tears.

The true terrorism of girls is the accuracy of their aim.

That's what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters, and sparkle dusts and magicks? It's war paint, it's feathers and claws, it's blood sacrifice.

That's what people never understand: They see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. They miss everything. You see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? It's war paint, it's feather and claws, it's blood sacrifice.

People will always try to scare you into things. Scare you away from things. Scare you into not wanting things you can't help wanting. You can't be afraid.

I think she might cry. In her way, she is.

Running so hard, her breath stippled with pain to go faster, hit the grass harder, move forward faster, like she could break through something in front of her, something no one else saw.

Because she was solid gold, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. But beneath it, I knew, beneath that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. She was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing.

Is it optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

There are many opportunities in a life. It's not a failing to take whatever comes one's way. In fact, I rather think it a strength.

You don't belong here, Miss Kimble. You're completely in over your head. Learn to swim, or drown. Those are your only choices when it comes to the Sullivans. Now,

My inheritance had become available, my aunt—my only champion—had been killed, and my uncle had been given power over my person and my money.

He wished he knew how they did it. Even planning for the next day was beyond his capabilities. He didn't understand how to think that way, how to plan, and he wanted to. He wanted to understand how people mapped out their lives, how they went so easily through a day. How they managed to keep from destroying the people around them, destroying themselves. He looked down at his arm, at the too-smooth stump, the thick pink ridge of scar. Christ, how did they do it? How did Genie do it?

music told me that whatever else had been taken from me, my soul remained.

It is optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

I had a rule about stilettos, and it was this: I didn't wear them unless I planned to kick ass in them. Stilettos were for striding and sauntering, never sulking.

Scars are proof we can can survive

But the problem with looking back when you should be walking ahead is that you usually end up walking into something that hurts.

Sometimes when things break, you can hold them together for a while with string or glue or tape. Sometimes, nothing will hold what's broken, and the pieces fly all over, and though you think you might be able to find them all again, one or two will always be missing. I flew apart. I broke. I shattered like a crystal vase dropped on a concrete floor, and pieces of me scattered all over. Some of them I was glad to see go. Some I never wanted to see again.

When everything changes we learn who we really are. What's really important. What we want most. We discover the truth in moments of disarray.

I might be alone, but i'm never lonely.

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

It was not a happy ending of the sort in fairy tales, but it was the only one we had.

I didn't fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I'd fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I'd vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.