Quotes About Resilience

wasting what little breath he did have laughing at himself. Because sometimes, that's all you could do. You make a fucking stupid mistake, and you could only call yourself an idiot and then snap back before you screwed up again.

We need to slow down for you. You're in pain and you're not going to remind us of that." "It isn't that bad. Really. I--" "See? Gotta be a tough guy." I lowered my voice so the others wouldn't hear. "How's your head?" "I didn't hit my head. Not yet anyway." "You know what I mean. Your headaches." "I'm fine.

You could have stayed with my mom today," I said as Daniel navigated the potholes and ruts. "You've got to be hurting." "Nope. Don't feel a thing." "Tough guy," I said. "No, well-medicated guy.

I squared my shoulders and threw open the truck door. "Today or tomorrow, it'll still be my first day back. I should face it and get it over with. Who knows? Something new and exciting might happen." "You do realize we're still in Salmon Creek, right?" "I'm being optimistic." "Well, don't. You're scaring me." I laughed and climbed out.

I…I still--" "Can't believe it?" Rafe shrugged. "I'm guessing a regular person wouldn't have survived. But we're part cat so maybe falls aren't so bad. I think I lost one of my nine lives though." He twisted to look at the stab wound. "Maybe two.

After a moment, I grinned over at him. "Loser." "The rope slipped," he said, tugging at it, like he was testing the belay system. "You just keep telling yourself that. It'll keep you busy while you're building those new holds." "You still need to beat everyone else. You haven't won yet." "Just keep telling yourself that, too.

So, what are you doing after school?" he asked. "You don't give up, do you?" "Nope, so you might as well surrender now.

Figures," Corey muttered. "Survive a forest fire, helicopter crash, and killer eels, only to slip on a rock.

I tried to stand, but Daniel made me sit on the ground as he checked me out. He squeezed my shoulder and I winced. "Just bruised," I said. "I can walk." Rafe jogged over to us. "She was driving? Is she okay?" "Yes, she is," I said, getting to my feet.

Figures," Corey muttered. "Survive a forest fire, helicopter crash, and killer eels, only to slip on a rock." "That's what you get for trying to take charge," Hayley said. "No kidding.

I said the same words he'd said to me before he'd let go. "It's okay." A twisted smile. "No, not really. But it'll be okay soon. Or as close as it can get.

Plenty of dead vegetation had blown in and dried out, and Daniel managed to knock rocks together, get a spark, and light a tiny blaze. Considering I'd escaped a raging forest fire earlier that day, I was good with tiny.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall.

Daniel and I helped him up. "Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck.

Oww…," he said. "There'd have been a bigger oww if he hadn't swerved," I said. "That would not look good on your obituary. Survived a helicopter crash, armed kidnappers, and three days in the woods, only to get mowed down by a passing redneck." "From now on, we'll flag down cars from the shoulder." Daniel looked at Corey, who was rubbing his sore butt. "Or maybe the ditch.

Stopping to whine is only going to get us nabbed by the cops when that bastard calls 911." "I wasn't whining," I said. "Close enough.

Since when have you ever failed at something once and given up? It's an excuse, Eve- a simple excuse for avoiding the very complex problem that's you and me, and everything we did and didn't do once upon a time. You aren't ready yet. I know that. And I'll wait until you are

The guys had already cleaned up. Or done the best they could with a quick wash and teeth brushing at Corey's. There hadn't been any spare toothbrushes, so I'd done mine with my finger and tried not to look in the mirror. One glance had told me that no amount of touch-ups was going to help. I needed a twenty-minute shower.

After that, my life paused. Or, more accurately, I paused. I stood at the tracks, watching the train whip past. At first, I didn't care. When I finally did, I couldn't figure out what to do about it. My dreams and my future and part of my soul died with Michael, but now, deep inside, a voice has begun to scream that I'm letting the best years of my life slip past.

Because sometimes fighting wasn't the strong choice or the smart choice. It was just the stubborn, proud choice.

I seemed to be establishing a pattern here. Muster my strength and charge forward. Collapse in a puddle of grief and guilt. Charge forward. Collapse again. I said as much to Daniel and the others chimed in, making mock bets on who would spend the most time in therapy after this, and whether we could get group discounts.

Still, hard work never killed anyone, right? By midday, I decide that whoever coined that phrase never toiled as a nineteenth-century housemaid.

The universe is conspiring to destroy us." "If it was, I think it could have managed that a few times by now." "Ah, but that's the trick. You cheat death, it keeps trying.

Still, as good as I am, there was no way the marten should have been racing around her cage. When I said that to Daniel, he only shrugged. "Obviously she wasn't as badly hurt as you thought. Hate to break it to you, Maya, but you can be wrong.