Quotes About Healing

But it's so stupid. I just want to be left alone, I want time to come to terms with what's happened. That's all. We've got this beautiful farm, and we're making it work without hurting anybody.

Arnice was lying motionless on the cot at the end, his head swaddled, leaving only narrow slits for his eyes and mouth.

is literally going to die of a broken heart.

It's not her fault,' she said. 'Nobody knows how to grieve in this country. They don't make any noise. Nobody taught them how. I don't want to be that way.

Grief can be an incredible source of energy. For good.

We who are profoundly joined in soul can only but heal the ruptures of the cosmos.

So I was damaged. It said so, in so many words – that it was difficult, if not impossible, for me to establish stable emotional relationships – in other words, to have any deep feelings.

It was nearly winter. I had just seen a friend die, and was again beginning to take pleasure in my own existence. This friend, who thought of himself as the "first man to experience pain", had nevertheless tried up to the last moment to wish death away. I was thankful for all things and decreed: Enjoy yourself, take advantage of your days of good health.

How we gentle our losses into paler ghosts.

She thought that one might not make a dent in the Great Sadness, but one could help make another person whole.

If one concentrated on one thing and then another—the good things in each moment—the fear wrapped deep in the gut seemed to unswell, like an iced bruise. Still there, but quieter.

This is how I healed. Or didn't. One evening I took her down to the river. We turned off the highway and rattled slowly up the gravel road and into the heart of the canyon. The walls closed in above us, the high blue of the sky deeper, deep and dark like a river is deep. The highest rock at the rim was a strip of fire, holding the last long sun. The old gorge was a vessel and it was filling with shadow, slowly and with wind.

There is a pain you can't think your way out of. You can't talk it away. If there were someone to talk to. You can walk. One foot the other foot. Breathe in breathe out. Drink from the stream. Piss. Eat the venison strips. Leave his venison in the trail for the coyotes the jays. And. You can't metabolize the loss. It is in the cells of your face, your chest, behind the eyes, in the twists of your gut. Muscle sinew bone. It is all of you.

The tears that weren't there yesterday flood. Break the dam and flood.

There is a pain you can't think your way out of. You can't talk it away.

Grief is a gift, something you have to earn.

guess she used to put the horns on him quite a bit. Anyway, about three months ago, just after this war started, she gave him the bird—finally and for good. So he came to Spain to forget his broken heart in the hell and shellholes of Ávila.' After a pause he went on: 'What got me was our friend's description of their poignant parting scene. When he asked her, "Do they mean nothing to you, those nights of love

Then Abraham prayed to God, and God healed Abimelech and his wife and his maidservants, so that they could again bear children—

“Why have you come to me?” Isaac asked them. “You hated me and sent me away.”

Stay with him for a while, until your brotherís fury subsides—

until your brotherís rage against you wanes and he forgets what you have done to him. Then I will send for you and bring you back from there. Why should I lose both of you in one day?”

The sun rose above him as he passed by Penuel, and he was limping because of his hip.

Esau, however, ran to him and embraced him, threw his arms around his neck, and kissed him. And they both wept.

After a long time Judahís wife, the daughter of Shua, died. When Judah had finished mourning, he and his friend Hirah the Adullamite went up to his sheepshearers at Timnah.