Quotes About Resilience

Clara didn't carry a grudge. They were too heavy and she had too far to go.

Sometimes life goes in a direction not of our choosing," said the minister, softly. "That's why we need to adapt. It's never too late to change direction.

It wasn't really, he knew, about less fear. It was about more courage.

All will be as it should, if we just do our best.

Funny how imperfections on the outside mean something splendid beneath.

There seems such a fine line between falling into place and falling apart.

The fault is here, but so is the solution. That's the grace.

Happiness as an act of defiance. A revolutionary act.

It's too easy to feed the anger. Too cowardly to stoke the hate. You must look inside yourself and decide who you are and who you want to be. Character is not created in times like these. It's revealed. This is a trying time. A testing time. Be careful." Chapter 14 · Page 122 · Location 2188

Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There's a crack in everything, That's how the light gets in.' 'What an extraordinary poem. Ruth Zardo?' 'Leonard Cohen. Clara used it in her piece. She wrote it on the wall behind the three of you, like graffiti.

It was no use telling her he understood. Or that it was all right. She'd earned the right to no easy answer.

There's more, but I won't go on. It's a poem by Rupert Brooke. He was a soldier in the First World War. It helped him in the hellhole of the trenches to think of the things he loved. It helped me too. I made mental lists and followed the things I love, the people I love, back to sanity. I still do.

Your brain is your weapon.

I saw a lot of men die there. Most men. Do you know what killed them?"…"Despair," said Finney. "They believed themselves to be prisoners. I lived with those men, ate the same maggot-infested food, slept in the same beds, did the same back-breaking work. But they died and I lived. Do you know why?" "You were free." "I was free. Milton was right…the mind is its own place. I was never a prisoner. Not then, not now.

This was the great benefit of seeing worse. Fewer things worried him now.

She was stuffing her innards back. Sewing herself up, putting her skin, her make-up, her party frock back on.

There is always a road back. If we have the courage to look for it, and take it.

There was nothing like the pain of the present to cure the pain of the past.

Gabri plugged the oven and the espresso machine into the generator,' explained Olivier. 'No lights, but we have the necessities.

Good hearts get hurt. Good hearts get broken, Armand. And then they lash out.

They don't teach this at medical school, but I've seen it in real life. People die in bits and pieces. A series of petites morts. Little deaths. They lose their sight, their hearing, their independence. Those are the physical ones. But there're others. Less obvious, but more fatal. They lose heart. They lose hope. They lose faith. They lose interest. And finally, they lose themselves.

Sometimes life goes in a direction not of our choosing. That's why we need to adapt. It's never too late o change direction… [Gamache] knew the young minister was wrong, sometimes it was too late.

They don't teach this at medical school, but I've seen it in real life. People dying in bits and pieces. A series of petites morts. Little deaths. They lose their sight, their hearing, their independence. Those are the physical ones. But there're others. Less obvious, but more fatal. They lose heart. They lose hope. They lose faith. They lose interest. And finally, they lose themselves.

After all, it's how the light gets in.