Quotes About Healing

After a silence, because he knew me well, he said, Not all wounds are the bleeding kind.

Storytelling can heal broken hearts and damaged minds.

That was the splendid thing about life: Though it was cruel, it was also mysterious, filled with wonder and surprise; sometimes the surprises were so amazing that they qualified as miraculous, and by witnessing those miracles, a despondent person could discover a reason to live, a cynic could obtain unexpected relief from ennui, and a profoundly wounded boy could find the will to heal himself and medicine for melancholy.

Grief is a healthy emotion, and it's healthy to embrace it. By accepting loss, we clarify our values and the meaning of our lives.

Memories aren't rags that come clean with enough ringing.

The terrible pain of loss teaches humility to our prideful kind, has the power to soften uncaring hearts, to make a better person of a good one.

Sometimes it seems that to exit this world, they must go through my heart, leaving me scarred and sore.

When I was your age, I lived in bed, racked with polio. I asked myself every day, 'Where is God? Where is God? Where is God?' God never came. It wasn't God who saved me—it was medicine. Reason is my prophet and it tells me that as a watch stops, so we die. It's the end. If the watch doesn't work properly, it must be fixed here and now by us.

To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you. It is like losing—I'm sorry, I would rather not go on.

What stuff is a man made of, who has freed himself of his wounds?

I gave myself up to my tears. It was as though my head had turned to clear water, it was falling pleasantly away drop by drop; soon nothing would remain.

But love flowed into the apology, to coddle and mollify the guilt.

Does pain go away and leave no trace, then?

People use each other as a healing for their pain. They put each other on their existential wound, on the eye, on the cunt, on mouth and open hand. They hold each other and won't let go.

Words are singularly the most powerful force available to humanity. We can choose to use this force constructively with words of encouragement, or destructively using words of despair. Words have energy and power with the ability to help, to heal, to hinder, to hurt, to harm, to humiliate and to humble.

Hurt people hurt people.

Write down everything you fear in life. Burn it. Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.

Jason reached out for my hand, and we headed out the hospital exit, on our way to rebuild our lives together free of chaos and lies.

It's not about who hurt you and broke you down. It's about who was always there and made you smile again." —Unknown

And you must forget what you are—were—I mean, and be happy. When you remember that old life you are bitter, and it hurts me.

Is it not the loss of things which makes life bitter?

You must use that hope an' faith to help you get well.

She would brush her hair and cry, just imagine, I was sure it was something psychological, something that could be cured by love, you know how difficult it is to realize that some pains can't be cured by love?

Of course he wasn't dead. He could never be dead until she herself had finished feeling and thinking. The kiss of his memory made pictures of love and light against the wall. Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.