Quotes About Resilience

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.

No matter how hard you worked, there was always going to be somebody out there who thought you were fuckup.

Some people live their entire life and never once feel how I felt every time he looked at me. So yes, this hurts. And yes, I feel as if I might die. But I won't. And somehow, I find a way to let it all go...just let it go. No regrets. No grief. It will always hurt a little, down deep in that secret place, but it's become a pain I can handle. Besides, if it didn't always hurt, just a little, it wouldn't mean as much.

I closed my eyes against the sudden sorrow that someone I knew so well should be someone who consistently brought me so much grief.

Knowing what you need doesn't always mean you know how to get it, though. I'd spent a long time hiding in my cave. No matter how much I might want to come out into the light, I knew it would hurt my eyes. I was a fool. A fool, but nevertheless too smart not to know I was the architect of my own demise, that it was time to put my past behind me. It was time to stop allowing the white elephants to stand unspoken of in my living room.

He closed his hand around my wrist and pressed my hand flat against his chest. "The way I see it, Elle, scars are proof we can survive.

PERMALINK · 169465 · 15 HOURS AGO "She tried to feel sad, or guilty, or even to be angry about the way things had happened, but there frankly wasn't much room in either her head or her heart for wishing or moping.

The way I see it, Elle. Scars are proof we can survive.

Time has that funny way of smoothing out the rough edges of things, even ones that hurt a little bit. Or a lot.

Whatever task you're set, find some way to love it. Sunny wondered if Josiah's words applied to standing with a face of stone so the person in front of her wouldn't know how much she wanted to scream.

So you reach this moment where finally, finally, it all shifts, you find a way to open up your hands and let go. When what used to matter stops breaking you so fucking hard; when you accept that empty place in your heart will always be there because only one person can fill it, and you get up anyway because goddamn it, one person who does not love you enough should never make you incapable of moving forward.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for. —Ann Patchett, from the essay The Sense of an Ending

All the best art comes from the broken places,

The past is gone, Claire. It's like a sand castle washed away by the waves. We can remember what it looked like, but even if we build it again, it won't be the exactly the same.

More smiling. Fierce. I was getting a headache. I smiled.

That sometimes you don't get over something. You just get through it.

I wanted to be angry with him, but since my love for him had burned to ash, I couldn't find anything to mold into fury.

Perfection is too high a goal to strive for. Sometimes working hard brings more satisfaction in the end. We appreciate what we've almost lost more than what we've never doubted.

That was the thing about water under a bridge. It could get caught up in a bunch of debris, or it could sweep everything away, leaving nothing behind; it all depended on the ferocity of the storm.

Some things never left you, no matter how much you wanted them to.

I'm still the girl who sat in the front of the class, ready to answer all the teacher's questions. I just lost most of the answers somewhere along the way. Dan didn't make

All we need is right here. The two of us will find a way to make things work. That it will all be okay.

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

Illness "controlled her without making her feel that her liberty was invaded,