Quotes About Healing

Paris was a good place to fight your demons.

The ache starts in my chest and spreads through my veins. The abuse I can handle; it's the happiness that cripples.

How about giving your old man a break here, huh, Chirp? Chirp is dead, I hear myself say and watch the flat words destroy his pleasure. You killed her, and now you have to deal with me because I'm what's left.

And I don't want to hurt anymore. I want to be someone who makes it through

So I leave proof of my existence behind me like a snail trail with the small hope that years of talking at me will someday soften her enough to talk with me, that she'll finally pull the knife from my chest and say yes, we are better off without him. That what happened wasn't my fault and from now on she will thrust herself between me and danger, and shout NO.

Some children grow stronger in the broken places, like bones; others grow sadder. I did both.

Grief obliterates the present, forcing you to relive the past and dread the future.

I sometimes go months without remembering you. Some griefs bless us that way, not asking much space.

Some wounds cut us so deep that they stop us. Stop us from letting go, from growing up, from seeing the truth.

One of my favorite things about hanging out with the monsters is the healing. Straight humans seemed to get killed on me a lot. Monsters survived. Let's hear it for the monsters.

Edward's grief if you die will be a terrible thing. It will hurt him, a lot, and men like him never grieve alone. He will spread his grief all over us, not because we failed, but because it'll give him something to focus on so he doesn't have to feel the pain.

Sometimes the greatest wounds are the ones we try the hardest not to inflict.

the pain of that first lost was still raw. You could deal with it, endure it, but never escape it.

You fight so hard, so long, to cut someone out of your heart, but it's not always your heart that betrays you.

There is some comfort in killing that which has hurt you, but it is cold comfort. It'll destroy things inside of you that the original pain wouldn't have harmed. Sometimes it's not a question of whether a piece of your soul is going to go missing, only which piece it's going to be.

Death cures all ills. Well, most of them.

Your heart is not a wound to be poked at to see if the scab is ready to come off. You can be healed of that very old pain, if you'll just let it happen. (Marianne)

You cannot die from grief, though it feels like you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes you chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him so much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

There's Only so much emotional super glue in a person's soul, that everything just stays broken.

Revenge was always the easy part; the hard part was living with it afterward.

Once, the belief that his love would heal all the wounds, and finally make me feel safe, had been true. True, and a lie. Love is real, and false, even true love. Because love alone cannot keep you safe, if there is still a trembling fear inside you. Still a knowledge of what it was like to love and believe and have it all taken away.

Can you really rescue anyone, or anything, without rescuing a piece of yourself at the same time?

There are pains too deep for words, but there's touch to say what words can't.

Surely there must be something massive enough to damage even a vampire beyond healing. I hoped someday to test the theory. I