Quotes About Resilience

All children are sad, but some get over it.

Sometimes the only way up is down. Sometimes the only way forward is to back up.

The Chief had once told him about the behavior of gorillas when faced with an attack. They met it head on, staring down the enemy. But every now and then they'd reach out to touch the gorilla beside them. To make sure they were not alone. Keeping his eyes on the road, Jean-Guy reached out and touched Gamache's shoulder.

We can all fall," said the abbot. "But perhaps not as hard and not as fast and not as far as someone who spends his life on the ascent.

Hope itself wasn't necessarily kind. Or a good thing.

Yes, I do. The ones who aren't growing and evolving, who are standing still. They're the ones who rarely got better.' 'Yes, that was it,' said Gamache. 'They waited for life to happen to them. They waited for someone to save them. Or heal them. They did nothing for themselves.' 'Ben,' said Peter.

transferring her hunger to eat into a hunger to hurt. He didn't turn round. She knew she should let it go, but it was too late. She'd chewed the insult over, torn it apart and swallowed it. The insult was part of her now.

Armand Gamache had seen the worst. But he'd also seen the best. Often in the same person.

Living in the wreckage of her future sure took the joy out of the present.

There is always a road back. If we have the courage to look for it, and take it. I'm sorry. I was wrong. I don't know." He paused again. "I need help. Those are the signposts. The cardinal directions.

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

Joy doesn't ever leave, you know. It's always with you. And one day you'll find it again.

Character is not created in times like these. It's revealed.

But never, ever mistake kindness for weakness.

Ruth lost her footing. Haniya grabbed her before she fell. She held Ruth's hand for the rest of the way, and wondered if maybe the key was not in being held, but in holding.

in Beauvoir's experience losers were the most dangerous people. Because eventually they got to the stage where they had nothing more to lose.

Instead he stood erect, the snow insinuating itself down his collar and up his sleeves, plastering against his face and into his unblinking eyes.

Their lives could not be defined by their deaths. They belonged not in perpetual pain but in the beauty of their short lives.

Things were pretty dire when Ruth was the healing agent.

The reason Armand Gamache could go there was because it wasn't totally foreign to him. He knew it because he'd seen his own burned terrain, he'd walked off the familiar and comfortable path inside his own head and heart and seen what festered in the dark. And one day Jean Guy Beauvoir would look at his own monsters, and then be able to recognize others. And maybe this was the day and this was the case. He hoped so.

But being essentially a dumpster fire herself, she was familiar with flames.

Hurt feelings," said Lacoste. "I'd rather have a bruise any day.

she was left with the warmth of the words from books now ash.

This village has known loss, people killed before their time, accidents, war, disease. Three Pines isn't immune to any of that. But you seem to accept it as part of life and not hang on to the bitterness.