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Quotes about Resilience

It's sad, something coming to an end. It cracks you open, in a way - cracks you open to feeling.
— Jennifer Aniston
It's the messy parts that make us human, so we should embrace them too —pat ourselves on the back for getting through them rather than being angry for having gotten into them in the first place
— Jennifer Lopez
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words?
— Emily Bronte
People feel with their hearts, Ellen: and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
— Emily Bronte
And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!
— Emily Bronte
I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!
— Emily Bronte
Being repulsed continually hardened her.
— Emily Bronte
You may fancy a glimpse of the abyss where I grovelled!
— Emily Bronte
It's unutterably too much for flesh and blood to bear, even mine.
— Emily Bronte
He quite deserted! we separated! she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen — for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff! Oh, that's not what I intend — that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime.
— Emily Bronte
I can't rest now, Nelly, although I'm so tired. You may as well tell a man who's struggling through the sea to rest within an arm's length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I'll rest.
— Emily Bronte
How often am I to call you? There are only a few red ashes now. Joseph! come this moment.' Vigorous puffs, and a resolute stare into the grate, declared he had no ear
— Emily Bronte