Quotes About Resilience

Rats were eagerly eaten, and hard cabbage-stalk, with raw potato-peelings, which had been thrown into the sewers, was used for food.

Often and again, the troops around Richmond were without beef — once for twelve days at a time; they were often without flour, molasses or salt, living for days upon cornmeal alone! and the ever-ready excuse was want of transportation!

Bread made of inferior flour, which was occasionally sour, was issued. The meat was rusty bacon or beef-neck. Twice in one year we had good cuts of beef, but it was so far decayed as to be offensive. Occasionally we had a few worm-eaten peas, and twice I saw some small potatoes . . . . Rats were caught in and about the sinks, and sold freely. The slop-barrels were raked, and bread-crusts were fished out, to be dried in the sun and eaten.

Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

Survivors can't always choose their methods.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.

When life doesn't meet your expectations, it was important to take it with grace.

It is hard to accept being different, hard to have people avoid looking at you, and still believe in yourself.

I don't break; I bounce.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.

Let's save tomorrow's troubles for tomorrow.

Things change whether you want them to, or not--unless you are dead. Don't hold so hard to the past that you die with it.

Survivors can't always choose their methods.

Mine. He was mine, and not even death would take him from me—not if I could help it.

She crawled," Ben said. There were tears in his voice. That was wrong. Ben barely even tolerated me on the best of days. "She crawled to the bathroom to clean herself again. If it weren't for the two subs in the pack, I'd be on the bottom. And she wouldn't stand up in my presence for guilt.

Trouble seems to follow me around, waiting to club me with a tire iron.

Coyote never loses. Because I change the rules of the games my enemies play. What are the rules of your game?

Hijo de chihuahua !

People will do amazing things to ensure their survival.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

Zee said, grumpily, "Liebling, this is not a good idea." "Zee," I told him, "I am completely out of good ideas and am doing my best with the bad ones I have left.

Tim was dead. And he's always been a loser. I'd be damned if I was going to be the victim of a loser - or anyone else.

Now, I'm not very vain. If I'd ever been, making my living covered in various grease and dirt mixtures would have cured me quickly. Still, I wasn't up to facing two sexy men when I had one eye swollen mostly shut and half of my face black and blue.