Quotes About Healing

We're all a little broken." Quiet. Potent. "No one goes through life with a whole heart.

If Kaleb Krychek had been able to bond with another human being...perhaps Aden has sold his Arrows short. Perhaps salvation could come for even the most broken among them

The young are resilient." "But scars remain." "Sometimes, the scars are what make us who we are.

Sometimes, you have to let people be sad. At least until they're ready to come out of that sadness.

the E designation. We heal the mind and the heart. Sorrow, fear, pain, we help people navigate their way out of darkness.

Don't hide. Don't pretend. Confront what hurts you, know the shape and form of it so you can conquer it.

We're all a little broken." Quiet. Potent. "No one goes through life with a whole heart.

Something bad happened to me, didn't it?" Worse than the captivity, worse than the torture after she created the labyrinth. Kaleb knew he'd made a major tactical error. But he'd promised Sahara he'd never lie to her, so he said, "Yes," and waited. "I'm not ready yet." Her hand fell to his shoulder. "Not strong enough yet. But I will be soon.

We are all scarred by life. And mortals die where angels recover.

No one goes through life with a whole heart.

The song he sang was about a sparrow with a broken wing, and it fucking tore Abe's heart right out of his chest, left it bleeding on the floor.

Yet instead of drowning in the darkness that had threatened to suck her under, Brenna had said "fuck you" to the monster who'd hurt her, and she'd chosen to live. She'd not only wrenched back control of her own life, she'd taken on an Arrow and claimed him as her mate.

Has hecho un agujero en mi corazón y me causa dolor cuando no estás allí para llenarlo.

You kiss my scars and I kiss yours. Fair?

Jeremy Vance had rescued a broken bird, expecting her to stay broken. But of course Sarah hadn't been willing to be frozen in time.

Do you need tissues for your issues'? I have no idea where she picked it up from, but if only we could fix all our wounds with tissues.

The heaviness of loss in her heart hadn't eased, but there was room there for humour, too.

They are me, these women. They are the ones who taught me to see; I taught me to see. They, we, are the ones healing the Ginen story, fighting to destroy that cancerous trade in shiploads of African bodies that ever demands to be fed more sugar, more rum, more Nubian gold.

It often has been said that unforgiveness is like you drinking poison but expecting the other person to die.

every time she remembered something painful, she could lift it up with her hands in worship or prayer and God would take her brokenness like an offering.

He refuses to let bitterness poison his heart. He chooses instead to believe in the healing power of love.

No wonder Mama went away in her head when Clover passed on. And then Papa. I am going to visit my Mama tomorrow and tell her I am sorry for everything I ever did that caused her sorrow or worry, and for ever wishing, during those days, that she would come back. She probably wanted to stay there. It's a wonder she came back at all. If I knew how to make myself go away in my head, I declare I would.

But there is no easy way to mourn a child.

I declare, it is like some other part of me made up some rules about happiness and I just went along with them without thinking. My heart is lightened so much that I am amazed at how sad I felt for so long.