Quotes About Resilience

If Hild thought of sides, she thought of plots, of her mother, of Lindsey, its blood, its stink, and the world began to dissolve into a white hiss so that she wanted to step away from her body and become the marble maid again.

She was a piece of work. He was better off without her.

If I'd known that all it took to worm my way into a woman's heart was to let her beat the shit out of me, my early life would have been different.

It was as their lady, dealer of wyrd and woe, that she judged the miserable bandits they chased down, the children, women, and men hauled cowering in groups of bramble thickets, hiding in twos in an overstood coppice, or sniveling along in a half-eaten bud in the lee of a rock.

We're like the moths," Begu said. "The priests and Uinniau and Cian are like bats. When we go back to York, we'll have to stop, lie down, for a while.

She swung her hair back from her face and eyed me sullenly, now the perfect teenager. Infant to child to teen in one day. With any luck she'd be dead of old age before we reached the clearing.

Showing off her best points was a habit that saved her life more than once.

This is your body. Yours. No one but you has the responsibility to keep it, to keep yourself, whole. If someone pins you to the ground, what will you do?

For one brief moment the three of them were one, and they stood against six attackers almost without effort.

Under the ferocity Fursey heard the howling loneliness. But ferocity was winning.

Play with it. Play with the scary thing. But play hard, play clearly, and play a lot.

I learnt that pain is only a message. You can choose to ignore the message. Your body can do a great deal more than it wants you to know.

She breathed deep. She was Anglisc. She would not burn. She would endure and hold true to her oath. An oath, a bond, a boast. A truth, a guide, a promise. To three gods in one. To the pattern. For even gods were part of the pattern, even three-part gods. The pattern was everything. Of everything. Over everything.

Balance isn't about never going down, it's about free movement, self-determined movement.

What other pearls of wisdom has she dropped in your ready ear?

She might wish Bony were bigger, and she might wish for a shield, but this was what she had.

The way my parents see me, more Crip than Kick, I saw I've been doing that to myself. Cutting myself down to size before anyone else could do it." "Protecting yourself." "Making myself small.

It wasn't her blood. It was the blood of those who had fought over her like mad beasts while she lay stunned.

The world can be big, and stink, and it hurts if you fall off, but hey, it's worth trying, mostly, and what doesn't kill you…Well, it doesn't kill you.

Here on her own turf she looked different: more whole and competent; denser somehow.

To learning experiences, even though they suck.

In this light, her hair was the colr of sandstone. She was sandstone: a spire of rock rising from an otherwise featureless desert. No toeholds.

To not being nine years old and at the mercy of the world.

Her back was very straight as she walked away, despite the fact that, on top of jet lag, she must have been up all night taking charge of my life.