Quotes About Resilience

Time is the great healer,

You remind me of a willow." She said easily. "Strong, deep-rooted, and hidden. You move easily when the storm comes, but never farther than you wish.

It's not their fault that the world is full of hard choices and hunger and loneliness," she said. "What can you expect of people when demons are their neighbors?

What can you expect of people when demons are their neighbors?

My alar is like the ocean in storm.

Auri merely stood there for a long moment. She thought that she might cry, but when she felt around inside herself she found she had no crying left. She was full of broken glass and burrs.

You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done.

No podías nadar contra la corriente ni cambiar la dirección del viento. ¿Y si había tormenta? Pues tenías que atrancar las escotillas y achicar, y no soltar las jarcias.

Think then, how do you entertain the people who have seen your act a thousand times? You dust off the old tricks. You try out some new ones. You hope for the best. And, of course, the grand failures are as entertaining as the great successes.

Había aprendido a dormir con cosas mucho peores que aquello. En el pasado, antes de que llegara él. Antes de que ella tuviera su nuevo nombre, dulce y perfecto.

No me importaba lo que creyera el resto de la gente. Yo sabía la verdad, y no soy de los que se rinden fácilmente.

Me di la vuelta, mientras se me pintaba una sonrisa en la cara. Siempre me pasaba lo mismo: solo la encontraba cuando había abandonado toda esperanza

If you'd known how difficult it was, you never would have stood a chance of doing it.

when she felt around inside herself she found she had no crying left. She was full of broken glass and burrs.

This isn't the hand of some swooning princess who sits tatting lace and waiting for some prince to save her. This is the hand of a woman who would climb a rope of her own hair to freedom, or kill a captor ogre in his sleep. And this is the hand of a woman who would have made it through the fire on her own if I hadn't been there. Singed perhaps, but safe.

She should have moved more gently with the world. She knew the way of things. She knew if you weren't always stepping lightly as a bird the whole world came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards. Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist pinned hard beneath a hand with the hot breath smell of want and wine. . . .

The smaller you are, the more bravery means.

My mind was learning to work in different ways, becoming stronger. It felt the same way your body feels after a day of splitting wood, or swimming, or sex. You feel exhausted, languorous, and almost godlike. I could feel my mind starting to awaken.

Nobles' sons are one of nature's great destructive forces, like floods or tornadoes. When you're struck with one of these catastrophes, the only thing an average man can do is grit his teeth and try to minimize the damage.

meeting and never even show up for it. Not that that's anything new in my life…." Denna

I had watched a hundred men dash themselves to pieces against Denna like ships attempting to ignore the tide.

Anyone can love a thing because. That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love a thing despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is pure and rare and perfect.

The old man was going nowhere to nowhere. He had no hat for his head no pack for his back. He had not a penny or a purse to put it in. He barely even owned his own name, and even that had been worn thin and threadbare through the years.

No es que espere que salgáis en busca de Haliax y los Siete. «Hombres pequeños, actos pequeños», digo yo siempre. Imagino que el problema reside en encontrar un trabajo lo bastante pequeño para unos hombres como vosotros. Pero tenéis recursos. Podríais recoger basura, o mirar si hay piojos en las camas de los burdeles cuando los visitáis.