Quotes About Healing

Sometimes, as much as writing saves one's own life, you cannot imagine how it will save another's. This is another reason why it is important to do the work, over and over again. It is food, the kind a soul needs.

Grief, I began to see, is gratitude turned inside out.

Tears are not endless.

Most women like to fuss around a wound of your past, pick at the thin scab, comfort you after they'd made it sting. Not Nell.

I've forgotten what gets revealed right after you break up with someone.

Jag skriver inte för att jag tror att jag har något att säga. Jag skriver för att om jag inte gör det känns allt bara värre [karaktärens ord]

Even still, it took a long time to feel much of anything again.

We all lose our cammin." "It's so physical. It feels like my body is rejecting me". Pg 275.

No escribo porque tenga algo que contar. Escribo porque si no lo hago, todo empeora mucho más.

I don't write because I think I have something to say. I write because if I don't, everything feels even worse

Forgiveness means giving up all hope for a better past.

Singing is exercise for the soul.

Why remember? Because remembering honors. Remembering heals. Remembering forgives. Remembering creates appreciation and gratitude — two of the most wondrous salves for your sorrows.

crying by this time, but so was I, and I wasn't ashamed. Grief had a way of sneaking up on a person. It lay in wait and pounced when your back was turned. Or it clung with sticky fingers twenty-four/seven, giving no reprieve.

I was desperate to stop poisoning myself with anger, and to connect with others.

Surely, grief chokes courage, blinds knowledge, and clouds the senses. There is no greater enemy than grief.

Sometimes it takes a loss before we can understand what it means to be found.

I firmly believe a great many prayers are not answered because we're not willing to forgive someone.

Tell God what's on your heart, and don't be afraid to pray for those who need healing.

It's been a long time, you see. There's been no one for five years. Not since Gavin. I've spent five years murdering what I felt for him, starving my need for him, purging my memory. But somehow it still feels...too soon. They say time heals, but--' 'They lied,' he said simply.

But who can really remember pain? It's impossible, you don't remember it, you only fear it returning. These thoughts are like stitches - you see together a memory with them and the flesh heals over into a scar. The scar is the memory.

There is no such thing as better, as cured.

the truth don't always set you free, forgiveness do!

Everybody's heart is like a cup. They stumble from place to place and person to person, trying to get them filled. They get cracked, those cups, and even broken. Some people throw them away, thinking that it will stop the pain. Poor fools. Nobody can fill a cup but Almighty God Himself. Nobody.