Quotes About Healing

Forgiveness is a vow not to carry bitterness into the future...to decide to give up hope for a better past.

True maturation on the spiritual path requires that we discover the depth of our wounds. As Achaan Chah put it, "If you haven't cried a number of times, your meditation hasn't really begun." A

most often the kinds of pains we encounter in meditative attention are not indications of physical problems. They are the painful, physical manifestations of our emotional, psychological, and spiritual holdings and contractions.

In truly listening to our most painful songs, we can learn the divine art of forgiveness.

Almost always the roots of anger are in one of two difficult states, which arise just before the anger appears. We become angry either when we are hurt and in pain or when we are afraid. Pay attention to your own life and see if this is true. The next time anger and irritation spring up, see if just before they arose you felt fear or hurt. If you pay attention to the fear or pain first, does the anger even appear? Anger

Sophisticated meditative disciplines, healing practices, cognitive and emotional trainings, conflict resolution techniques—he used them all to awaken his visitors to their own qualities of integrity, equanimity, gratitude, and forgiveness.

We grieve for our past traumas and present fears, for all of the feelings we never dared experience consciously.

When the conditions of deficiency and wounding are still not healed, we have a very hard time knowing what it feels like to give in a genuine way. Because our inner experience is still one of need, giving is usually done with a subtle expectation of getting in return.

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

And now we don't go to priests and doctors and people with letters after their names we come to people who have been there we come to each other and we try and we don't have to die.

O time! The beautifier of the dead, Adorner of the ruin, comforter And only healer when the heart hath bled— Time! The corrector where our judgments err, The test of truth, love, sole philosopher. —Lord Byron, Childe Harold IV, 1818

Because to live forever with a grief that deforms the heart is unacceptable—an abomination that must not be tolerated.

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine.

If you believe, as I do, that homosexuality is not a sin and is not prohibited by the Bible, then the next question becomes, How do we heal the church of this injustice that has divided us?

For One or More Sick Creatures Heavenly Creator, you made all things for your glory and made us caretakers of this creature (these creatures) under our care. Restore to health and strength this animal (this pet) that you have entrusted to us. Keep this animal (this pet) always under your loving protection. Blessed are you, Lord God, And holy is your name for ever and ever. Amen.

The truth would set her free. Only then would she be able to get on with her life.

She walked on and on as though if she walked far enough she might walk this thing out of her. As if by walking long enough, hard enough, she might forget.

Loss isn't an absence after all. It is a presence.

The terrible thing about pain is that it doesn't matter, it still hurts. It hurts like hell.

All that mattered was the blood. She had to bleed out the badness, bleed until she could breathe again.

Death is ear-splitting, it's shattering with absence; over time, it's quieter.

Everyone has a doctor in him; we just have to help him in his work. The natural healing force within each one of us is the greatest force in getting well. . . . To eat when you are sick is to feed your sickness. —Hippocrates

It's funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.

I felt as if this pain would never be appeased, that it had me in its grip for ever, that it would prevent me from devoting myself to anything else, and that I was allowing it to do so. I think that is what they call being consumed with remorse.