Quotes About Recovery

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

All children are sad, but some get over it.

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.

Sobriety isn't for cowards, Chief Inspector. Whatever you might think of an alcoholic, to get sober, really sober demands great honesty, and that demands great courage. Stopping drinking's the easy part. Then we have to face ourselves. Our demons. How many people are willing to do that?

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

Things are strongest where they're broken.

Clara rocked back and forth, back and forth, cradling her loss. Earlier in the day she'd felt someone had scooped her heart and her brain right out of her body. Now they were back, but they were broken. Her brain jumped madly about the place, but always back to that one scorched spot.

Friend of Bill was code. For a member of AA. Of which this Anton was clearly one. It was like finding a member of his tribe, unexpectedly. The two men stood in the warm kitchen, the sleet hitting the windows, and realized that while they knew nothing about each other, they actually knew each other better than almost anyone else on earth.

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.

I don't know about normal human beings, but for alcoholics it's lethal. A secret that rotten will drive you to drink. And the drink will drive you to your grave. But not before it steals everything from you. Your loved ones, your job, your home. Your dignity. And finally, your life.

Well, take this then. Ruth had written. Have some more body. Drink and eat. You'll just make yourself sick. Sicker. You won't be cured.

the line from Ruth's poem. Who hurt you once, so far beyond repair?

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

The vast majority of troubled people don't get it. The fault is here, but so is the solution. That's the grace.

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.

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.

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

most of her clients didn't really want to get better. They wanted a pill and reassurance that whatever was wrong wasn't their fault.

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.

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, but different. Rearranged

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

The patients there were mostly teenaged girls, with the occasional boy. I thought of us all as tigers with thorns in our paws. We were beautiful beasts who'd gotten injured by life, by loss or trauma or shock, and if we could just get the splinters out of our paws, we'd be fine. My thorn was the fact that my mother had left me. Megan