Rebecca Wells Quotes

I can't drown my demons. They know how to swim.

People can live through hardship, but from hard feelings they perish.

If you hear somebody say something absolutely horrendous about their own life, in quite a flippant, offbeat kind of way, when you meet people clearly trying to be strong and brave, the ones who are really good at it are the ones who break my heart the most.

Sometimes when we get our ass kicked and we're down, sometimes we stay down, and sometimes we get depressed and sometimes we don't know how to handle it, and sometimes we don't know what's going on, and sometimes we feel like it's not worth going on.

The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery.

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out.

My spirits rose as I went deeper; into the forest; but I could not regain my former elasticity of mind. I found cheerfulness to be like life itself - not to be created by any argument. Afterwards I learned, that the best way to manage some kinds of pain fill thoughts, is to dare them to do their worst; to let them lie and gnaw at your heart till they are tired; and you find you still have a residue of life they cannot kill. So, better and worse, I went on, till I came to a little clearing in the forest.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

It was really a pleasure to play someone who's literally pushed past her breaking point repeatedly.

A lot of times when you go through a very traumatic situation and it's emotionally difficult to deal with you come back spiritually stronger. It changes you in a way.

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.

When you come from so many damaged places you don't ever want to spiral back there, so you gotta continue to check yourself.

I have spent much of my adult life flinching with pain as I tried to pull out the threads that bound the shadows of my past to me.

My fears and anxieties throughout my whole life have been slowly squeezing my voice.

No day-to-day mishaps or indignities can really compromise your sense of self after you've survived a deep tragedy.

Why am I so soft in the middle when the rest of my life is so hard?

I'm a creative person who had a lot of dark time in my life. I can still get to it: I can still go to a relationship or a time when things weren't great. But it's getting further and further from me.

Human beings have enormous resilience.

I think there are spirits who are just too frail for the events life throws at them. Where do these people hide, and how do they survive?

I'm surprised that I've survived my own dysfunction, really.

I see myself as a survivor, and I'm not ashamed to say I'm a survivor. To me, survivor implies strength, implies that I have been through something and I made it out the other side.

I did not know that for the things that unhorse you, for the things that wreck you, for the things that toy with your internal tide - against those things, there is no conventional guard.

People play with pain all the time.

When our TV screens are filled with heartbreaking images of suffering, we have to dig deep inside ourselves in order to keep going.

I believe resilience is the most useful human quality, and I've sought to cultivate it, but in 2019 I felt my resolve begin to weaken at times as it has never done before.