Quotes About Resilience

Life might hurt, might bruise, might forever scar, but it was for living.

To Vasic, Aden had helped him stay sane. To Aden, Vasic had helped him stay upright when he would've fallen. One lost boy helping another.

We all have to live with our past, but it doesn't have to define us.

She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.

That works fine for me . . . Sienna Lauren Snow.

Heroes, I've learned, don't always wear white. Sometimes they come from the darkness, shadows among shadows.

Live your life, Sahara. Live it as big and with as much color as you can stand to bear. Don't let anyone or anything - the family, Silence, the wight of your ability, even my need to keep you close - confine you again.

Because I can.

He has a heart so huge, it's kept pumping, kept going long past endurance—even though life has bruised it to a pulp.

Raphael lifted a finger, tracing it over her cheekbone. She flinched. Not because he was hurting her. The opposite. The places he touched ... it was as if he had a direct line to the hottest, most feminine part of her. A single stroke and she was embarrassingly damp. But she refused to pull away, refused to give in." (page 33 , Gollancz edition)

Remember that," he groaned. "And tell everyone you know.

Does it hurt to bite your tongue so hard?" he asked with faux concern. Holly didn't miss a beat. "I'm in a car with you--I clearly have a high pain threshold

Don't even try to stop me from seeing her, Krychek," he said to the cardinal, who still hadn't spilled Silver 's location. "I'm bigger and meaner than you." Krychek raised an eyebrow. "Bigger, yes. Meaner? Let's leave that an open question.

Sometimes, the scars are what make us who we are.

When you suffer such a big hurt, the longer you permit it to live in you, the bigger it grows, until it seeks to devour your soul.

Lo que está roto puede arreglarse.

Some battles, a woman has to fight on her own

The arrows expect no mercy from no one

In that case, balls to the wall, man." Riaz yawned. "No guts, no glory." "Why are you spouting aphorisms at me?" "Because it's two-fucking-thirty in the morning and I need to be up for a six a.m. shift." "Wimp." Riaz gave him the finger. "Get some sleep and chase your wolf tomorrow." Another yawn. "And Coop? Forget about subtle. That's not your style.

My God, Seelichka. Even though they cut into your brain, even though they rewired you, you held on to him. No wonder Mishka calls you Silver Fucking Mercant.

For future reference, I am never, ever going to a ball again without a crossbow and a flamethrower.

We are not that anymore. We are not only assassins trained to die and to kill. We do not abandon the weak or the hurt. And we never, ever leave our own behind." That, he decided at that instant, would be the new motto of the squad, be what all trainee Arrows were taught. No Arrow is disposable. No Arrow is to be left behind.

I might not be Silent any longer, but I still have the perfect poker face.

God you're obstinate." It was a snarl. "Must make me a masochist that I like that about you." Her wolf bared its canines, charmed but trying not to allow it to matter. "I only get worse the more you know me. Consider it a lucky escape.