Quotes About Resilience

Do you understand? Nothing thrives without being broken. Nothing exists without being dead first.

Once, it was different. Once, people had homes and parents and went to schools. Cities existed within countries and those countries had leaders. Travel could be for adventure or recreation, not survival. But by the time I was grown up, the wider context was a sick joke. Incredible, how a slip could become a freefall and a freefall could become a hell where we lived on as ghosts in a haunted world.

You're on your own, like you've always been on your own. You have to keep going forward, until you can't go forward anymore.

It's not being hurt that hurts,' Borne said.

After reading the journal, I was left with the comfort of that essential recurring image of my husband putting out to sea in a boat he had rebuilt, out through the crashing surf to the calm just beyond. Of him following the coastline north, alone, seeking in that experience the joy of small moments remembered from happier days. It made me fiercely proud of him. It showed resolve. It showed bravery. It bound him to me in a more intimate way than we had ever seemed to have while together.

What is too much to bear? Not being alive is too much to bear.

We must love what has been damaged, because everything has been damaged. And to love the damage is to know you care about that world. That you're still alive. That the world is alive.

Among all the impossible things he had already witnessed, what were a few more?

That if they could not have a fierce joy in their struggle, then they were not truly free but governed by fear and doubt.

The world we are a part of now is difficult to accept, unimaginably difficult. I don't know if I accept everything even now. I don't know how I can. But acceptance moves past denial, and maybe there's a defiance in that, too.

Talking around the edge of a catastrophe. But wasn't that what people did, if you were still alive?

Gerard turned away and ignored the cruelty of the meerkats, tore it from his mind. Lucretia needed a heart.

and in the aftermath he'd taken back his name, asked that she call him Control again rather than John, which she respected. Some animals' shells were vital to their survival. Some animals couldn't live for long without them.

I have never done well in cities, even though I lived in one by necessity—because my husband needed to be there, because the best jobs for me were there

Courage is no more than learning to live with your fear.

In the end, if you change the enemy enough, if you wear them down, perhaps losing is good enough.

That love must be unbending. Love must be cruel. Love must not yield. Otherwise, love meant nothing, could do nothing.

As the storm washed over them and they huddled there not knowing their futures until it had passed and all was still. None of them ready. Thought they were in the middle. Not the end.

Already his wings were burning up and he felt more like some ponderous moaning creature trapped in the mire.

It is easy to crush an enemy outside oneself but impossible to defeat an enemy within.

Enemies were teachers in disguise.

Hold on to your life and make it honest and brave.

Her only weapons were her tears.

Don't yield! Keep up your courage! The same sun looks down on all of us!