Quotes About Resilience

There came a point when Harry stopped trying to fight back, when the blows from the monster were too strong, too many, too fast, when he began begging the monster to stop.

You're helpless to the behaviour but the effort involved is just unbelievable.

go in swinging

Upset isn't the same as the world falling apart.

The boy who refused to lose his soul.

Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both. (Fight it) by speaking the truth. If you speak the truth, you will be able to face whatever comes.

The green things of this world are just wondrous, aren't they? We work so hard to get rid of them when sometimes they're the very thing that saves us.

Know yourself, he thinks, as they sail past his house. And go in swinging.

Are you serious? Real life is only ever just real life. Messy. What it means depends on how you look at it. The only thing you've got to do is find a way to live there.

I'd keep my eyes open, remember who I was, and go in swinging

That was how the world worked, wasn't it? You set your sights on something, and life came along with a sucker punch.

How have you made it this far in life, George? How do you not get eaten alive by the world out there?

I think that maybe everybody falls" I say. "I think maybe we all do. And I don´t think that´s the asking"... "I think the asking is whether we get back up again

If they can snuff out that part of you that's good, the part of you that won't kill, then they win, don't you see? If they can do it to you, they can do it to anyone. And they win. They WIN!

Libraries are not facing crisis, they are in crisis.

No, life didn't always go how you thought it might. Sometimes it didn't make any sense at all. You've just got to find a way to live there anyway.

Poo, Todd! Poo!

If the infeckshun from the band takes Viola," I say, "you'll beg me to kill you after what I'll do to you." "I believe you," says the Mayor.

He survives, does our Todd.

Stories don't always have happy endings.

But fog does not stop the Land. We simply open our voices wider, passing the small steps in front of us along and along and along, each to each, until a whole picture of the march opens in front of us and our own limited physical sight in the fog becomes a single walking vision. The Land is not blind. The Land marches.

His chest still burned, so much he couldn't tell where the anger stopped and the wound began.

I think how hope may be the thing that pulls you forward, may be the thing that keeps you going, but that it's dangerous, too, that it's painful and risky, that it's making a dare to the world and when has the world ever let us win a dare?

Yer alive," he says, and he is so relieved, so happy, to see me in the middle of all that death where I am alone and alone and alone for ever, he is so happy that I vow to kill him -