Quotes About Resilience

though her legs had given way. Loss was like that, Gamache knew. You didn't just lose a loved one. You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually it all came back,

Who hurt you once / so far beyond repair / that you would greet each overture / with curling lip? It

When you've seen the worst, You appreciate the best.

We just don't know. The key is to keep going. Joy might be just around the corner.

But he'd come to agree with Sister Prejean that no one was as bad as the worst thing they'd done. Armand Gamache had seen the worst. But he'd also seen the best. Often in the same person.

I need help.

Things are strongest where they're broken.

life is loss,' said Myrna after a moment. 'Loss of parents, loss of loves, loss of jobs. So we have to find a higher meaning in our lives than these things and people. Otherwise we'll lose ourselves.

Now she sat in front of him, nearly submerged under layers of thick sweaters and blankets. She looked like a laundry hamper without a head.

Not everyone makes the boat, she thought.

Fear lives in the head. And courage lives in the heart. The job is to get from one

said Myrna after a moment. 'Loss of parents, loss of loves, loss of jobs. So we have to find a higher meaning in our lives than these things and people. Otherwise we'll lose ourselves.

Some so weighty we carry them our whole lives. They can blight our very existence, or they can make us stronger. They can make us bitter or teach us compassion. They can drive us to do things we never thought ourselves capable of. Wonderful achievements, like becoming Chief Inspector and Commander. Or horrific things. Terrible dark deeds.

Non. He said, 'Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens. You can't erase the past. It's trapped in there with you. But you can make peace with it. If you don't,

She recognized the courtesy, but did not want to encourage the view that women were the weaker sex and needed to be protected and coddled. By men. Though as she swayed slightly, fighting the hangover

You didn't just lose a loved one. You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually, it all came back, but different. Rearranged.

So ingrained, Gamache knew, was our training to be polite that even in the midst of a terrible personal loss people still smiled.

I'm just like this. I have no talent for choosing my battles. Life seems, strangely, like a battle to me. The whole thing.

Strong enough to grieve.

The Chancellor studied the man in front of her. She'd known him for decades. Seen his rise through the ranks. Seen his great fall. And seen him put himself together again and go back to doing a job that was far more than a job for him. It was written on his face.

Le beau risque. The great risk. The beautiful risk. To climb out of the hole and start again.

So that the boy grew an outer hull to withstand assault. But while those skins saved tender young souls, Gamache knew, they soon stopped protecting and became the problem. Because while the hard outer shell kept the hurt at bay, it also kept out the light. And inside the frightened little soul became something else entirely, nurtured only in darkness.

By offering a second chance. One last chance. Don't get me wrong, I believe in using your head. But not in spending too much time in there. Fear lives in the head. And courage lives in the heart. The job is to get from one to the other.

But, like peace, comfort didn't come from hiding away or running away. Comfort first demanded courage