Quotes About Hope

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

There is a balm in Gilead to make the wounded whole".

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

The old Hadley house was abandoned now. Had been empty for months. But Peter knew it wasn't empty. For one thing he'd left part of himself in it. Not a hand or a nose or a foot, thank God. But things that had no substance but fantastic weight. He'd left his hope there, and trust. He'd left his faith there too. What little he had, he'd lost. There. Peter

But Peter knew it wasn't empty. For one thing he'd left part of himself in it. Not a hand or a nose or a foot, thank God. But things that had no substance but fantastic weight. He'd left his hope there, and trust. He'd left his faith there too. What little he had, he'd lost.

They settled, just for one blessed instant, on a place that held love, not loss.

Maybe, said his brain and his upbringing, if you make enough tea and small talk, time reverses and all bad things are undone.

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.

When people are really depressed, they don't have the energy to kill themselves," said Myrna, who had once been a therapist in Montreal. "But as soon as they start feeling a little better, their energy comes back. They're still depressed, but now they can act.

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.

Where there is love there is courage, where there is courage there is peace, where there is peace there is God. And when you have God, you have everything." ? Louise Penny, The Brutal Telling

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

When you see the worst you appreciate the best.

They say time heals. I think that's bullshit, I think time does nothing. It only heals if the person wants it to. I've seen time, in the hands of a sick person, make situations worse. They ruminate and brood and turn a minor event into a catastrophe, given enough time.

Living in the wreckage of her future sure took the joy out of the present. The only comfort was that almost none of her fears had come true.

Where there is love, there is courage Where there is courage, there is peace Where there is peace, there is God. And when you have God, you have everything.

I just sit where I'm put, composed of stone and wishful thinking: That the deity that kills for pleasure will also heal, He could, even now, from what felt like an impossible distance, see through the mullioned windows of the bistro to the thick forests, and the leaves that would already be changing. As everything eventually did.

All shall be well. And all shall be well. And all manner of thing shall be well. It was a quote from one of Gamache's favorite writers, the Christian mystic Julian of Norwich.

That in the midst of your nightmare, the final one, a kind lion will pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck, Home. Home. He wanted to go home. And sit by the fire. And listen to their friends talking and laughing. To hold Reine-Marie's hand and watch their grandchildren play. And caress you into darkness and paradise.

Armand Gamache had always held unfashionable beliefs. He believed that light would banish the shadows. That kindness was more powerful than cruelty, and that goodness existed, even in the most desperate places. He believed that evil had its limits.

There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in.

Some cracks let the light in. Some let the darkness out.

And may your days be good and long upon the earth.