Quotes About Healing

Lo que hiciste estuvo mal, Amir jan, pero no olvides que cuando los hechos sucedieron tú eras un niño. Un niño con problemas. Por aquel entonces eras demasiado duro contigo mismo, y sigues siéndolo...

Khaled Hosseini

it's wrong what they say about the past, I've learned, about how you can bury it. Because the past claws its way out.

Come, There is a way to be good again

Khaled Hosseini

Insa Maya continua sa poarte negru pentru ca exista un fel de doliu care nu se termina niciodata. Dupa cum exista si sentimente si amintiri care nu se sterg niciodata. Doar se estompeaza cu timpul. Nu mai incerca sa scape de trecut, din moment ce acesta era fundamentul pe care se ridicau prezentul si viitorul.

With the passing of time, she'd tire of this exercise. She would find it increasingly exhausting to conjure up, to dust off, to resuscitate once again what was long dead. There would come a day when the details of his face would begin to slip from memory's grip. She would not miss him as much as she did now, when the ache of his absence was her unremitting companion.

The cuts stung and didn't heal for a couple of weeks, but I didn't mind. They were reminders of a beloved season that had once again passed to quickly.

Khaled Hosseini

Remember Amir agha. There's no monster, just a beautiful day

You think knowing things will solve your private little griefs?

But as much as I tried, I couldn't forget my past. The events that had shaped me continued to weigh on my soul.

Grief, it seemed, was a physical place.

we have a choice. To be bitter and angry, or to try and move on. It's the hardest thing for me, letting go of all that righteous anger. I'm still struggling. But that's what I want to do.

But you and I and Phoebe, we have a choice. To be bitter and angry, or to try and move on. It's the hardest thing for me, letting go of all that righteous anger. I'm still struggling. But that's what I want to do.

I gestured my frustration. "I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her. Okay," I said as we turned back. "Bad example.

My God, he whispered. What have I done to her? He thought, humbled. The spell was broken, but it wasn't sealed, and her soul was bare to him, the scars of her tragic past and her triumphs over pain and her aching need to find her place. He just wanted to hold her to him and tell her it would be okay, that she had survived and was beautiful.

It hurts," he whispered, his hands falling to his sides. "All the time. Even when I try." Tears warmed my eyes, and I pulled back so I could look at him. "It will stop one day," I said as I gave his shoulders a squeeze. "Even without your trying, and then you'll feel guilty. After that, you'll wake up one morning, remember her, and smile.

I don't know. She's much better already. She wasn't talking half an hour ago. Look at her now." We all turned, finding Ceri sobbing quietly and drinking her tea in small reverent sips as the pixy girls hovered over her. Three were plating her long, fair hair and another was singing to her.

I was broken, but I wasn't done.

Keb would never forget how Gracie turned to the wall and trembled, how he felt nailed to the chair, thinking: we build a perfect picture of what we want our children to be. And when that picture falls and shatters, what do we do? His sister Dot once told him: we get on our hands and knees and put the pieces back together, and call it parenting.

Uncle Austin used to say that all of our joy and suffering comes from the same single sacred utterance; that we live by being wounded and healed and wounded again, and healed, one day at a time.

My feeling is that until the number of whole lives is greater than the number of shattered lives, we remain stuck in some kind of prehistory, unworthy of humanity's great spirit.

A pinch of mother is worth a pack of shaman.