Quotes About Resilience

I never saw her down, you know? But those last two times, it was like she was . . . fading. As if someone was stealing her spirit.

Elena didn't look away—she'd rather face death than have her mind invaded, for what was that if not another form of crawling?

Don't give the monsters the satisfaction of seeing you give up.

Pathetic, Charlotte. You are a pathetic excuse for a woman.

No bear has ever let a lack of knowledge or skill stop them from dancing.

Attracted to one of the Silent? His mouth set in a grim line. He'd cut off his own balls before he accepted that.

Fear is an intruder in your life, child. You must cast him out." -Bebe to Kaia

she'd been shaped by the winds of another life. Now

There were very few things he'd ever truly hungered for in life, and he'd never been given any of them. He'd claimed each through sheer, unrelenting will and the grim refusal to surrender.

My unshed tears had hardened to stone inside me.

Seventy-five and seventy-nine and in on hurry to move into a retirement home, they treated old age like an attempt at hostile takeover.

Do you need tissues for your issues'? I have no idea where she picked it up from, but if only we could fix all our wounds with tissues.

project. "You

The stairs were steel-reinforced slabs of concrete, worn down by years of foot traffic, each step canted a slightly different angle from its neighbours. I like that. I liked things that had been solidly made and that wore the evidence of hard use, of survival.

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The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

She calls herself Fleet 'cause she used to be a flute player, back in the day. BC, you know?" "British Colombia?" He looked sad. "No, Before Crack.

We are all here, all the powers of the Ginen lives for all the centuries that they have been in existence, and we all fight. We change when change is needed. We are a little different in each place that the Ginen have come to rest, and any one of is already many powers. No cancer can fell us all, no blight cover us completely.

Some days I hit that wall really hard, and I have to tell myself that I don't believe that stuff anymore. That all the things in my brain, all the little voices whispering that I'm Doing It Wrong, this is just how hegemonies work: by continuous reinforcement; by convincing people that there is only one true way (or a handful of such); by promoting and valuing, over and over, the same narratives without thought to how harmful they can be.

Chief Gray of the Osage Nation said, "Today, our neighbors are beginning to understand that when tribes are strong, everyone benefits. A rising tide lifts all boats. This has been done, not on the white man's terms, but on our own. It's not revenge, it's rebirth, and as our elders say, it is good." This

June in Delhi illustrates the common belief that a Delhiwala, like a cockroach, can survive anything, for such are the vicissitudes of weather, conditioning and deprivation that the human spirit here has soared to new heights of indomitability to survive.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you. —Isaiah 43:2

Life is messy—there's no doubt about it. It's hard . . . and it often sets us back on our heels . . . but that still doesn't mean it isn't glorious. God gave us this glorious life to see what we would do with it . . . and He gave us resilient spirits and a promise to always be with us . . . through every struggle.

You will surely forget your trouble, recalling it only as waters gone by. Life will be brighter than noonday, and darkness will become like morning. —Job 11:16–17