Quotes About Resilience

Louise Penny

Louise Penny

my experience people who have been hurt either pass it on and become abusive themselves or they develop a great kindness. You're

Under the look of fatigue, the attack of migraine and the sigh.

Despond not, though times be bale, And baleful be, Though winds blow stout –

There's a fine line between noble perseverance and insanity,

They need to fight their way out of the cocoon. It builds their wings and muscles. It's the struggle that saves them. Without it they're crippled. If you help an emperor moth, you kill it.

you don't get to be old without knowing grief. And loss.

The one inscribed Surprised by Joy and, above that, A Brave Man in a Brave Country.

As they walked up the hill, their breaths puffing into the crisp air, Émile glanced at Armand, Henri walking at his side. Did he seem better? Was he getting better? Émile thought so, but he also knew it was the internal injuries that did the most damage. The worst was always hidden.

I was hanged for living alone," said Ruth. It was rare, almost unheard of, that she quoted her own poem, but they heard it now. "For having a weedy farm in my own name / And a surefire cure for warts.

Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished.

A Brave Man in a Brave Country Surprised

Ring the bells that still can ring, Forget your perfect offering, There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.

How far away the shore must seem when you're on thin ice.

The Ouellet Quints.

This village was old, and you don't get to be old without knowing grief. And loss.

Or worse, dwell in it. Take up residence in the tragedies, the pain. The hurt. To make a home in hell.

I just sit where I'm put, composed of stone and wishful thinking: That the deity that kills for pleasure will also heal, That in the midst of your nightmare, the final one, a kind lion will come with bandages in her mouth And lick you clean of fever, And pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck, And caress you into darkness and paradise.

What Three Pines had wasn't immunity but a rare ability to heal.

It was one of life's little mysteries that this woman she had absolutely no respect for, could lay her flat. She thought she'd been ready for it. She'd even dared to harbour a hope that maybe this time would be different. But of course it wasn't.

Sometimes the only way up is down.

You lost your heart, your memories, your laughter, your brain and it even took your bones. Eventually it all came back, but different. Rearranged.

When you see the worst you appreciate the best.