Quotes About Resilience

I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here." "Is there something wrong with that?" "Absolutely.

Life can't be cured, but it can be managed.

No," mom says, looking at me in the eyes. "What's a triumph is that you woke up this morning and decided to LIVE. THAT'S a triumph. that's what you did today.

It's tough to get out of bed; I know that myself. You can lie there for an hour and a half without thinking anything, just worrying about what the day holds and knowing that you won't be able to deal with it.

Again, keep everything.

Just because you find more work and problems on your path than you anticipated doesn't mean that you made a wrong choice or a mistake!

Although we were sent into a failing world, we were not sent to fail.

I am as I am, And so is a stone; Them that don't like me, Must leave me alone.

wild patience has taken me this far

Never throughout history has a man who lived a life of ease left a name worth remembering." Hardship is what makes the story of our lives more compelling in the telling. The

Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken.

She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.

When writing a novel, that's pretty much entirely what life turns into: 'House burned down. Car stolen. Cat exploded. Did 1500 easy words, so all in all it was a pretty good day.

Because,' she said, 'when you're scared but you still do it anyway, that's brave.

Hearts may break, but hearts are the toughest of muscles, able to pump for a lifetime, seventy times a minute, and scarcely falter along the way. Even dreams, the most delicate and intangible of things, can prove remarkably difficult to kill.

I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

you thank your heavenly father for giving you strength to stand up to his trials and figure there must be a plan behind it all, a reason for so much pain and you just…go on.

When life is viewed as good, a bad day is easily absorbed.

I had spindly little ankles, and growing up in Canada, I couldn't skate. I was no good at any sports so was very much a pariah through those adolescent years.

All these wounds that I can't get unwound

The only reason I am alive is because I could not die.

I remember thinking, "How does anyone survive something like this? And if they do, what kind of person comes out the other end?" I didn't know, but throughout that dark time of grief, sorrow, desolation, and complete despair, something in me seemed determined to carry on. Something would come up.