Quotes About Resilience

Her back was straight, she moved with enormous, fragile dignity.

She saw more blood in the snow that winter than she had in the whole of her life.

How would she be the light of the world feeling like this?

Without anyone to please, she no longer bent and swayed. No longer willow but oak.

She wiped her eyes, her not-blue eyes, and walked on through a drift of rain so fine it settled on her sleeve like dew.

Most of those who would become bandits were good, decent folk; they would form if they could. He is right to try. Right to hope for it, right to fight for it. That's what I would fight for.

The words hung there, a declaration, a taunt. You can't stop me!

Their friendship grew back, like tree bark growing over a wound. But they did not fight anyone.

The thought of going alone into the king's tent full of men who had just killed other men made her feel dizzy.

You'll be well," Hereswith said. "I'll be well. I'm older and I say so. And on your birthday and mine, we'll drink a toast, each to the other, and one day we'll hold hands again.

Hild did what she always she did when she couldn't influence a thing; she stopped thinking about it.

By the time they saw the outer walls of Caer Leon, her legs were steadier though inside she felt a shiver like an ash key twirling too fast in the wind.

Hild bent over and vomited stinging bile, then through her weeping, killed the man at her feet.

The burning was something to hold on to as her headache threatened to engulf the world.

You are a seer overwhelmed by vision, not a silly maid who can't hold her drink. You will not hide. You will not hang your head. You will smile. You will eat. You will make a show of drinking your wine. One more sip of this. Good. Now gather your wits.

Oh, you won't kill yourself, you're too self-centered and you're too stubborn to go mad. So that means you'll have to cope.

Who would have me? The Crow took everything. For his church, he said." He looked about the rough empty space. "The king smiled and watched.

Stay in the world, Aud. Stay alive inside. Promise me. Stay alive.

After some months on the road she was taller still, her muscles hard but her smile more ready.

Hild stood cloakless, impervious to the chill. It fed the legend-the main who felt nothing.

Her mind was empty of everything but the feel of iron gritting through muscle and cartilege.

Sadness creeping from the shadows will get less and less until it crushes her no more than a petal might her breath.

The modern world seems invincible. Like the extinct dinosaurs.

Wir sollten uns nur den Dingen widmen, die bei einem Zusammenbruch unversehrt bleiben würden.