Quotes About Healing

Your first lover gets a piece of your heart until you have enough therapy to take it back.

I guess we never really get rid of the broken pieces; we heal, but the scar tissue stays to remind us of what happened.

there was still a part of me that kept waiting for it all to go to hell. At least I'd stopped poking at it and trying to break it myself, that was a step up. Let's hear it for therapy and smart friends who intervened when I fell back into old destructive habits.

Grief isn't a neat series of stages. You can jump around in the stages, you can get stuck at one point or the other, and you even get to revisit stages you've already finished. Grief isn't a neat, orderly kind of thing. It's messy, and it sucks.

the cross-shaped burn scar

The great bad thing happens, and you become a ghost in your own life, and then you become flesh and blood and remake your life, but the ghosts of what happened don't go away completely. They wait for you in low moments, and then they wail at you, shaking their chains in your face and trying to strangle you with them.

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

We don't have to forget what was done to us, but if we don't forgive it then they still own a piece of our soul. To win back our souls, to be whole, we have to find a way to forgive.

You can experience trauma without getting stuck as the victim forever. You can choose to work the shit and rebuild yourself, or you can sit in the ruins and mourn forever.

Our hearts are like starfish, regenerating what we've lost. We move forward, regroup, reconfigure; people find ways to be happy.

Death smashes a crater into your life, and you're left alone to sort through the rubble.

Ni las artes del médico ni las del filósofo habrían sido jamás capaces de enderezar del todo semejante entuerto.

When you meet a man who is broken, pick him up and carry him. When you meet a woman who's broken, put her all into your arms. Cause we don't know where we come from … we don't know where we are.

I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love.

The stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking/stuffing/puking didn't make her skinny, it made her cry.

A scar is a sign of strength. . .the sign of a survivor.

A little kid asks my dad why that man is chopping down the tree. Dad: He's not chopping it down. He's saving it. Those branches were long dead from disease. All plants are like that. By cutting off the damage you make it possible for the tree to grow again. You watch - by the end of summer, this tree will be the strongest on the block.

Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care... -Wintergirls

I cry to let everything out

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it's over, and I'm not going to think about it.

If I run or breathe too deep, the cheap stitches holding me together will snap, and all the stickiness inside will pour out and burn through the concrete.

They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.

I kissed him until everything that hurt inside me melted into a pool of black water so deep I couldn't touch the bottom. As long as I was touching him, I wouldn't drown.

the only thing that helped me breathe was opening a book