Quotes About Healing

We isolated ourselves, because it hurt less.

And I thought—not for the first time—that forgiving and forgetting aren't mutually exclusive.

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.

don't ever recover from losing someone you love—even the ones you leave behind because you're better off without them.

There are an endless number of people who have left a love-shaped hole in the heart of someone else.

It turns out that sharing the past with someone is different from reliving it when you're alone. It feels less like a wound and more like a poultice.

Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.

My father died last year," Thomas said. "I still look for him in crowds." "I'm sorry." He shrugged. "I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

If you think about someone you've loved and lost, you are already with them. The rest is just details.

He shrugged. 'I think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room--but eventually, you learn to live with it.' Somehow, I thought, elephants had taken it a step further. They didn't grimace every time they entered the room and saw that couch. They said, 'remember how many good memories we had here?' And they sat, for just a little while, before moving elsewhere.

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying, You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me. It's saying, You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future.

think grief is like a really ugly couch. It never goes away. You can decorate around it; you can slap a doily on top of it; you can push it to the corner of the room—but eventually, you learn to live with it.

It wasn't her throat, and it wasn't a fever, but it hurt all the same to be heartbroken.

Se dai il tuo cuore a qualcuno e lui muore, lo porta via con sé? Devi passare il resto della vita con un buco dentro che non può essere riempito?

in order to forgive, you have to remember how you were hurt in the first place. And that in order to forget, you had to accept your role in what had happened.

because in the past words have only driven them apart.

In the custom of mourning, the fabric of the night had been ripped, revealing a star at each tiny tear.

She threw words at me like handfuls of mud, and now that they've dried, I can brush them off.

Your child is hurt. How quickly can you make it better? What if you can't?

I, um, I have this problem. I broke up with my boyfriend, you see. And I'm pretty upset about it, so I wanted to talk to my best friend. She swallowed and looked at the black ground. The thing is, they're both you.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow in it. what happen then? what else, I said It broke.

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

Forgiving isn't something you do for someone else. It's something you do for yourself. It's saying 'You're not important enough to have a stranglehold on me.' It's saying 'You don't get to trap me in the past. I am worthy of a future. I'm moving on to peace and happiness.

My eyes are swollen shut. The sun rises. I don't.