Quotes About Healing

The death of a parent, he wrote, "despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings

the only safe place for me to be, the place where everything would be the same, the place where no one would know about or refer to the events of my recent life; the place where I would still be the person I had been before any of this happened.

I can now afford to think about her. I no longer cry when I hear her name. I no longer imagine the transporter being called to take her to the morgue after we left the ICU. Yet I still need her with me.

She wrote in a world in which mourning was still recognized, allowed, not hidden from view.

Il dolore non tiene le distanze. Il dolore arriva a ondate, parossismi, ansie improvvise che ti tagliano le gambe e ti accecano e cancellano la quotidianità della vita.

The bereaved must be urged to "sit in a sunny room," preferably one with an open fire.

one of the promises we make to one another is that we will try to retrieve our casualties

Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

Like when someone dies, don't dwell on it

Old hurts run deep. They hide inside you, only to be awakened at a moment's notice.

It's never too late to come home, he said, and pulled me gently, insistently toward him.All you have to do...is stop moving away.

L'ho lasciata fare. Non ho detto che sarebbe andato tutto bene. Non ho fatto lo sforzo di consolarla. A volte è meglio lasciare le cose come sono, lasciare che il dolore faccia il suo corso.

Joe often gave out little charms – goodwill charms, he called them – to visitors, and Jay began to do the same: tiny bunches of lavender or mint or pineapple sage, tied with ribbons of different colours – red for protection, white for luck, blue for healing.

To love someone was not what she had expected. It was like falling from somewhere high up and breaking in half, and only one person having the secret to the puzzle of putting her back together.

And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn't seem broken at all.

A faerie heart is different from a human heart. Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. Faerie hearts are evolutionarily less sophisticated. They are small and hard, like tiny grains of sand. Our hearts are too small to love more than one person in a lifetime.

After a certain point, a heart with so many stress fractures can never be anything but broken.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

I always hated when my scars started to fade, because as long as I could still see them, I knew why I was hurting.

See, as much as you want to hold on to the bitter sore memory that someone has left this world, you are still in it

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.