Quotes About Healing

Though most of us want to move on from our past, we tend to go through our lives simply casting new people into the roles of key people, such as our parents or any significant person with whom there is still unfinished business.

We go mad to become sane sometimes.

Only God can cool the heat—separate the tea back from the water. Sometimes he even puts other people near the heat. People who can endure it. People equipped to help that person regain hope again." It

Today, Ring possesses a new passion in an older body: to help bring healing to the millions around the world who have faced the same horrific realities of physical and sexual abuse that he faced. His mission may have refocused itself, but his message remains the same: "God don't thwo away bwoken things. God use bwoken things.

The right dose of expectations can be as powerful as one of the strongest painkillers.

MY CHILDHOOD IS FILLED WITH GREAT MEMORIES, in fact, great ones are the only memories I have. I talked to a shrink about it, and we pretty much agreed that unpleasant things must have happened when I was growing up, but that I had just repressed them. I asked him how long I could go on repressing them, and he said maybe forever. That worked for me, so I left therapy before I could blow it and get in touch with my true feelings.

The cross-fertilization of different images, he hoped, might help to disperse the various ills he and the nation faced.

We were not a hugging people. In terms of emotional comfort it was our belief that no amount of physical contact could match the healing powers of a well made cocktail.

and it has confirmed the importance of paying attention to how our emotions may affect the course of cancer.

By participating in certain programs, such as that of the Commonweal Center in California (which we'll discuss later), patients try to take charge of their cancer, to learn to live in greater harmony with their bodies and their past, to seek peace of mind through yoga and meditation, and to choose foods that fight cancer while avoiding those that promote its development.

Why does it help to read others' stories? It is not only that misery loves company, because (I learned) misery is too self-absorbed to want much company. Others' experiences did help with my emotional struggle...

But here's the rub of addiction. By its nature, people afflicted are unable to do what, from the outside, appears to be a simple solution—don't drink. Don't use drugs. In exchange for that one small sacrifice, you will be given a gift that other terminally ill people would give anything for: life.

You didn't cause it, you can't control it, and you can't cure it.

In my first group, a counselor asked me why i'm here. he said, 'What's your problem? I said ' i'm a drug addict and an alcoholic.' he shook his head. 'no.' he said, 'that's how you've been treating your problem. what is your problem?

You're as sick as your secrets.

I am a sucker to contemplate opening to the idea of healing.

I pray even as the news in the papers makes my prayer seem insignificant in scale and wholly selfish. There is a devastating hurricane and flooding and suicide bombers and crashes and tsunamis and terrorism and cancer and war—endless and brutal war—disease and famine and earthquakes and everywhere there is addiction, and today the heavens must be overwhelmed with the noise of all the prayers. Here is one more. Please God heal Nic. Please God heal Nic. The

I am a ducker to contemplate opening to the idea of healing.

I longed for someone to scrape out every remnant of Nic from my brain and scrape out the knowledge of what was lost and scrape out the worry and not only my anguish but his and the burning inside like I might scrape out the seeds and juicy pulp of an overripe melon, leaving no trace of the rotted flesh.

I can try to forgive myself, whether or not she forgives me, because I was a child, but some things you just live with because you cannot go backward.

Even as all the experts kindly tell the parents of addicts, "You didn't cause it," I have not let myself off the hook. I often feel as if I completely failed my son. In admitting this, I am not looking for sympathy or absolution, but instead stating a truth that will be recognized by most parents who have been through this.

Sometimes I am all right. Is this what they call letting go? I have let go, if letting go means I am all right sometimes.

Alcoholism is above all a disease of denial.

Recovery [from codependency] may not always be comfortable at first for the other people in one's life. But it is always worth it because, actually, nobody ever respects a 'doormat'.