Quotes About Healing

Or worse, dwell in it. Take up residence in the tragedies, the pain. The hurt. To make a home in hell.

I just sit where I'm put, composed of stone and wishful thinking: That the deity that kills for pleasure will also heal, That in the midst of your nightmare, the final one, a kind lion will come with bandages in her mouth And lick you clean of fever, And pick your soul up gently by the nape of the neck, And caress you into darkness and paradise.

What Three Pines had wasn't immunity but a rare ability to heal.

one day Jean-Guy Beauvoir understood that when people died, they didn't go away. They were very much alive in the minds, in the hearts, in the vivid memories of those left behind. And they were not always easy to live with. Some ghosts had demands.

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.

If one hadn't died with a hole in her heart,' said Nichol. Clara winced.

Grief was dagger-shaped and sharp and pointed inward. It was made of fresh loss and old sorrow. Rendered and forged and sometimes polished. Irene

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

Be very, very careful who you let into your life. And learn to make peace with whatever happens. You can't erase the past. It's trapped in there with you. But you can make peace with it. If you don't,' he said, 'you'll be at perpetual war.

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

his large, expressive hands hovering over the tiny circle of blood marring her fluffy cardigan, as though like a magician he could remove the wound and restore the woman. But he could not. That wasn't his gift. Fortunately for Gamache he had others.

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

I know, I know, I know she's with God," said Robert. "I know she's at peace. But oh God, oh God.

I was in therapy with Reich for three years and it was body therapy mostly. We didn't do much talking and focused on breathing. Well, breathing is the most important thing in life. You don't breathe, you don't have any life! And he knew something about breathing.

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

The only reason I have lived so long is that I let go of my past. Shut the door on grief on regret on remorse. If I let them in, just one self-indulgent crack, whap, the door will fling open gales of pain ripping through my heart blinding my eyes with shame breaking cups and bottles knocking down jars shattering windows stumbling bloody on spilled sugar and broken glass terrified gagging until with a final shudder and sob I shut the heavy door. Pick up the pieces one more time.

Death is healing, it tells us to forgive, it reminds us that we don't want to die alone.

Angel is responsible for all the AA prayers and mottoes. DON'T THINK AND DON'T DRINK. Angel put a cold wet one-sock on Tony's head and knelt beside him. "Brother, believe me … I've been there … right down there in the gutter where you are. I know just how you feel." Tony didn't open his eyes. Anybody says he knows just how someone else feels is a fool.

Anytime you think you hate somebody, what you do is pray for them. Try it, you'll see.

Ceder a los caprichos de un paciente solo sirve para que le tome el gusto a estar enfermo, esa es la verdad pura y dura.

As I continued letting my right hand know what my left hand was doing (and vice versa), I could feel the split within me begin to heal. The conscious and unconscious, the rational and intuitive, the thinking and feeling sides of my inner world began to embrace each other. In times of inner conflict, I turned to this wondrous process. It always brought clarity and insight. It always left me feeling better.

My dominant right hand wrote the Inner Parent voices. My Inner Child spoke through my left hand.

The most irrational things can make a power of difference to a very ill woman.