Quotes About Healing

It took me far too long to realize that lost years and relationships cannot be recovered. That damage done to oneself and others cannot always be put right again.

But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine.

Mental exhaustion had taken a long, terrible toll, but, strangely, it was only in feeling well, energetic, and high-spirited again that I had any true sense of the toll taken.

No amount of love can cure madness or unblacken one's dark moods.

It has been said that grief is a kind of madness. I disagree. There is a sanity to grief, in its just proportion of emotion to cause, that madness does not have. I know madness well, but I understood little of grief and I was not always certain which was grief and which was madness. Grief, as it transpires has its own territory.

I learned how marvelously the mind can heal, given half a chance, and how patience and gentleness can put back together the pieces of a horribly shattered world. What God had put asunder, an elemental salt, a first-rank psychiatrist, and a man's kindness and love could put almost right again.

Time finally did bring relief. But it took its own, and not terribly sweet, time in doing so.

Disconcertingly, one of the highest-risk periods for suicide is when patients are actually recovering from depression.

How can old wounds heal while maggots linger so richly?

What was I like in those days, Father? Was I like a mad person?' 'You were very shocked, which was only to be expected. We were all shocked, those of us who were left.

Come possono guarire le vecchie ferite nell'abbondanza dei vermi che ancora le infettano? Come può durare per sempre una pace costruita sul massacro?

A wound that healed slowly, but heal it did.

Es descabellado, señor. ¿Cómo pueden cerrarse las viejas heridas mientras los gusanos siguen moviéndose con impunidad por ahí?

Marriage is not gonna feel good all the time. You have to have it together for your husband when he doesn't have it together for himself. As his wife you're called to help, to heal and to provide peace in ways he can't get on his own. That's what your rib represents. R.I.B. Rest in the brokenness. Give that man his rib. Can you give him rest in his brokenness? Own your place as the rib. Play

Marriage is not gonna feel good all the time. You have to have it together for your husband when he doesn't have it together for himself. As his wife you're called to help, to heal and to provide peace in ways he can't get on his own. That's what your rib represents. R.I.B. Rest in the brokenness. Give that man his rib. Can you give him rest in his brokenness? Own your place as the rib. Play your position. Don't let

I don't forgive him, I said. Hell, no, you don't. And why should you? So he can feel better? Get on with his life? And what's he done to help you get on with yours?

I put you through hell and then I only made it worse, all the mistakes I made trying to get you back.' 'I've forgiven you.' 'Forgive, yes. Understand, yes. Forget, no.

Just show him that I didn't need his apology, I guess. Show him that I was okay. Better than okay. I was happy, in spite of everything he'd done to me, and no, I didn't forgive him. God help me, I would not forgive him.

This was a doctor. Sworn to heal, not to judge. But judge she did, in the twist of her lips and the chill of her tone.

I said the same words he'd said to me before he'd let go. "It's okay." A twisted smile. "No, not really. But it'll be okay soon. Or as close as it can get.

Hey, I skinned my palm, Tori said. Ground it up pretty bad. You need to check Chloe's stitches, too, Derek said. She got cut with glass a few days ago. They fixed her up, but it should be looked at. Tori waved her injured palm. Anyone? Anyone? She rolled her eyes. Guess not. It looks sore, I said. We should get some iodine on it. She gave me a wan smile. I can always count on you, can't I? Guess I know who sent the cavalry back t rescue me.

She obviously had disappointing news in her teens and wasn't yet recovered.

haven, a place to rest and get clean and whole

Caris ne plaçait pas grande confiance dans les pouvoirs des os d'un saint mort depuis belle lurette pour guérir un homme dont la tête avait été fracassée aujourd'hui, mais elle s'abstint de le montrer, naturellement. Elle ne partageait pas les vues du commun des mortels. Le sachant, elle gardait les siennes par-devers elle. Enfin, le plus souvent.