Quotes About Healing

we're all wounded in some way, im just tryin to heal!

hate is cancer of the soul!

Bisogna venir qui per vedere in quante parti un uomo può esser ferito.

In essence, healing is this: the release or removal of a block or interference that has kept us separate from the perfection of the universe.

The process of healing is to enlighten your life to the greatness of That Which Is in the universe.

these connecting steps come to life at all levels—from the energetic, through mind-body, to the spiritual. The key to understanding this new level of healing is the prefix "re" —reattending, reconnecting, re-regulating, reordering healing.

It's not the disease or infirmity that heals, it's the person.

I remember everything but forgive anyway.

What is the witch's heritage? Her great, great, great, great, great ancestress is Ishtar-Diana-Demeter. Her father is man. Her midwife, his fears. Her torturer, his fears. Her executioner, his fears. Her malignant power, his fears. Her healing power, her own.

Sufletul? VorbiÈ›i ca un preot, Fichet! CredeÈ›i c? exist? suflet? - Sigur. E o ran? care sângereaz? mereu È™i nu se vindec? niciodat?. Nu dispare decât odat? cu moartea.

La urma urmei cred c? nu este chiar cel mai r?u lucru. Exist? o copil?rie pe care trebuie s? o p?r?se?ti, o copil?rie de care trebuie s? te vindeci.

But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I'm nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that's all I'll be--one big scar of a love gone wrong.

Scars, whether seen or unseen, were a very personal matter.

No easy thing, letting go. The pain I carried in my heart was constant and at times served as a comfort and a touchstone

Life's too short to live in the past, Amelia. Let him have his ghosts." *

I've learned how to make a meal out of pain, how to brand my sorrow.

It's not your fault. But healing your own pain does belong to you now.

I cry until I evaporate.

The grief loosens its jaw from my neck but doesn't let go.

I want to say to the new guys here, look, it's okay to process your shit however you want to. It's your shit. It's no one else's shit. As long as you're not hurting someone else. Your hell is yours and you get to decide, okay? You get to decide when you're ready. It's important that I say this, though: It's not your fault, whatever happened to you. It's not your fault. But healing your own pain does belong to you now.

I was disappearing here in this world, which in some way meant I was reappearing somewhere else. I was whole somewhere else. I was free somewhere else. That thought was comforting. The parallel me had never been raped. Had never been touched. Had never been so obscenely violated. The parallel me had no restrictions. Still enjoyed sunlight. The parallel me had a future that couldn't be darkened by his past.

Youth is Gilead, in which is balm for every wound.

Forgetting the pain you are in now doesn't erase the pain,rather it builds it up for exploding later.

Only love can break a heart into so many pieces.