Quotes About Resilience

Songez que les principes de votre vie sont en vous-même, et que le courroux de Monsieur Purgon est aussi peu capable de vous faire mourir que ses remèdes de vous faire vivre.

If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.

There is no rampart that will hold out against malice.

To find yourself jilted is a blow to your pride. Do your best to forget it and if you don't succeed, at least pretend to.

Le plus grand faible des hommes, c'est l'amour qu'ils ont de la vie.

The paradox of healing is that it is both holding on and letting go.

The thing is this: You got to have fun while you're fightin' for freedom, 'cause you don't always win.

And the funny thing is, I've always been an optimist - it's practically a congenital disorder with me.

In the great litterbox of relationships, shit happens.

This is where I lived – she lived there, too. I could see it in her face. Her eyes. The way she carried herself. In the place between what we wanted and what we had. And this is where all the pain lived.

Despite all her efforts to not be one of those historical romance heroines, walking into the marble foyer and seeing the slick hardwood floors beyond, the glittering chandeliers and sconces, she felt like one. She felt small and alone. And like maybe her dad lost her in a poker game.

I just realized, baby, right now, thinking of how I could take this pain away from you, I just realized that you have to feel it. You gotta make your way through all the bad stuff to get to the good.

Sometimes you just had to feel it. Sometimes you had to let the terror and the anger and the fear tear you apart. So you could feel what came next.

The world issued an open invitation to humanity to fail itself. To be selfish and small. Mean, even evil at times.

You're not broken, Dylan. I know you're not.

Her dreams had not survived her dreaming them; they'd been broken and repaired, only to be smashed again and again.

But I've been the queen of crazy for the last few months. The last year, really. Who am I kidding? My entire life I've been at the epicenter of crazy. I am the hurricane's eye.

Sometimes I feel so awful that my life became better on the backs of all these aborted plans and broken dreams.

She'd shown me her fierceness. I worshipped at the feet of her ferocity.

When we were pushed to the edge we were capable of anything. Surviving was the only thing that mattered.

A rage so sharp it turned to grief. A grief so big it turned to rage.

Losing my mom at such a young age had a profound effect on my life.

L'importante è perseverare, perseverare è diabolico, l'importante è essere diabolici.

The world's perverse, but it could be worse.