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Quotes About Healing

Forgiveness is hard, and most people tend to hold on to their hurts, to take some kind of perverse satisfaction in them.
~ Debbie Macomber
Guide to Moving On. The first item on that list was: Don't allow yourself to wallow in your pain. Reach out. Volunteer. Do something you love or something to help others.
~ Debbie Macomber
A Guide To Moving On: 1) Don't allow yourself to wallow in your pain. Reach out. Volunteer. Do something you love or something to help others. 2) Cultivate new friendships. 3) Let go in order to receive. 4) Love yourself. (Loving myself meant eating, sleeping, and exercising - taking care of myself emotionally and physically. It meant taking care of myself spiritually, too.)
~ Debbie Macomber
When I first learned that Paul had been killed, the grief had been all-consuming, and I didn't think I would be able to go on. Yet life continues to move forward, and so have I, dragging from one day into the next until I found I could breathe normally.
~ Debbie Macomber
The death of a child forever scars a mother's heart.
~ Debbie Macomber
she felt a quiet joy, an awareness that she could be happy again.
~ Debbie Macomber
One adjusts, although you never fully recover from the loss of a loved one.
~ Debbie Macomber
Don't allow yourself to wallow in your pain. Reach out. Volunteer. Do something you love or something to help others.
~ Debbie Macomber
Funny how time scrubs away such agony, weathering it through the years, like water rushing over rocks gradually smooths away the sharp, painful edges.
~ Debbie Macomber
love. "In time you'll know joy again." Joy? I wanted to argue with him. It didn't seem likely or even possible. One doesn't heal from this kind of pain. I remembered how my family and friends had struggled to find the right words to comfort me. But there are no words Ã¢â'¬Â¦ there simply are no words.
~ Debbie Macomber
I think Mr. Roarke's been burned. His tender heart was shattered by a careless affair that left him bleeding and raw.
~ Debbie Macomber
Let go in order to receive. This one came from Leanne, who felt it was important that we not get caught up in a quagmire of resentment and bitterness.
~ Debbie Macomber
perhaps, in giving of myself, I would find the joy Paul had promised. And maybe, given time, it would be possible for me to find my way back to life.
~ Debbie Macomber
Her case worker had once suggested knitting as a means of anger management.
~ Debbie Macomber
Stories are how we make sense of our lives. To tell a story is to own it: to own the narrative thread to own a piece of our past. And when we own a story when we put it in a tidy box and store it on a high shelf it becomes manageable so that whatever negative effects it's been having on us are in theory lessened.
~ Deborah Copaken Kogan
I love this idea, Bruno says. Of being broken but finding pleasure in it.
~ Deborah Copaken Kogan
Afghans love beautiful things, but we have seen so much ugliness, we sometimes forget how wonderful a thing like a flower is
~ Deborah Ellis
Words wound deeper than any knife, my lord. Often they fester and never heal.
~ Unknown
After Christian's death he'd just existed. He felt nothing, just a sense of emptiness. In some ways he welcomed that hollowness inside of him. It was easier to be numb, not caring beyond the basic needs to survive. But with spring's return, some intangible force stirred inside him, as if his emotions had been frozen through dead of winter. Now it was time to live again. His spirit awakened.
~ Unknown
that in the midst of heartache so deep it was a physical pain, she was finding a deeper joy and contentment in life than she'd ever known.
~ Deborah Raney
There's been too much hurt. Too much pain. I just want it to stop.
~ Deborah Raney
It is a miracle, Claire. Whether it was performed by God himself or by the hands of doctors He created and guided, I won't call it anything
~ Deborah Raney
Letting go is the hardest part... but you have to look at it through their eyes and realize the pain you caused them is that same pain you feel now.
~ Deborah Reber
I buried my grief for my son, not my memories, but my grief.
~ Deborah Smith