Quotes About Healing

Sabe qué es lo más indicado para curar la nostalgia? El confort. Esta sensación de que usted aprieta un botón y el mundo le responde.

Por qué deberíoa estar triste? He perdido a gente que no me amaba. Pero ellos perdieron a alguien que los amaba

Te quise tanto, que cuando me rompiste el corazón te saqué de ahí para que no te hicieras daño.

Wounded healers are GOD's Greatest weapons.

Writers are the exorcists of their own demons.

tears are probably the best cure for a touch of sadness." The Blue Ghost

tears are probably the best cure for a touch of sadness.

This is your body, your greatest gift, pregnant with wisdom you do not hear, grief you thought was forgotten, and joy you have never known.

There is no growth without real feeling. Children not loved for who they are do not learn how to love themselves. Their growth is an exercise in pleasing others, not in expanding through experience. As adults, they must learn to nurture their own lost child.

To me, real love, the move from power to love, involves immense suffering. Any creative work comes from that level, where we share our sufferings, just the sheer suffering of being human. And that's where the real love is.

Recognizing the difference between power and love is difficult if we were raised in a home where power was disguised as love.

Of all things we mortals are called upon to do, the most difficult is forgiveness; in order to truly do it, you will probably have to behave as if you already have forgiven for quite a while before you have actually done so.

If you never share the worst thing you've ever done with a single person, if you just carry it all by yourself, maybe it comes between you and everyone you meet, even if it's years later.

Her head had been hurting for days, but under the falling water, the headache opened like a rose- bright red, layered, and complicated.

Sommige ervarings word nooit vergeet nie, net onderdruk.

But I think I'd rather be alone than be hurt all the time.' 'Loneliness hurts, too,' he said quietly.

He had perhaps been bruised too often. The peace of the vast aloof scrub had drawn him with the beneficence of its silence. Something in him was raw and tender. The touch of men was hurtful upon it, but the touch of pines was healing.

I'll walk off the rest of my mad.

The first thing you learn is how to be alone. You learn, or suffer. It is an easy lesson. You suffer more when people are around. People make you feel alone. And loneliness is a quiet wound.

Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow mild, love is with kinder looks beguiled, and Grief forgets her fondly cherish'd wound; oh, whither hast thou flown, indulgent god? God of kind shadows and of healing dews, whom dost thou touch with thy Lethaean rod? Around whose temples now thy opiate airs diffuse?

There is no regret God cannot redeem.

Confession breaks the power of canceled sin. It also heals the broken heart.

He sheathed the sword and hung it back on the wall. "I expect he is dead now." He returned to his bunk. "I have learned that holding on to anger is like eating poison in the absurd expectation that your enemy will vomit blood. Anger destroys you—no other. You must not let that happen.

Love, love, love.you have to ove, and if you don't get love right, you have to move on and forgive.