Quotes About Healing

our culture has the expectation that the memories of a happy childhood will somehow ground you and prepare you for adult life. But what about the memories that cut, that wound, that won't heal?

I am spinning the silk threads of my story, weaving the fabric of my world. They tiny elf-dancer became a wooden doll whose strings were jerked by people not paying attention. I spun out of control. Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

What am I afraid of? Why can't I even want to get better? When am I me and how do I know that and who would I be if I did what they want? How did I get like this?

Laurie Halse Anderson

Laurie Halse Anderson

The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism

The whole point of not talking about it, of silencing the memory, is to make it go away. It won't.

The doctors tied me back together with twine... They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots

when I wasn't stoned the only thing that helped me breathe was a book

My momma and poppa appeared from the shadows. They flew to me and wrapped their arms around me and cooled my face with their ghost tears.

scars may look stronger than unwounded skin, but they're not once broken, we're hurt again, or worse

What are these scars from? she asked. They're battle wounds, I replied. She looked at me for a long time. Who were you battling? Myself.

when people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time

That's what tears are for, you know, to wash away the fear and cool the hate.

The response to a festering sore was not to extol its virtues, but to lance the thing and let the poison bleed out.

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

A good doctor, and in a special sense the psychologist, makes it quite deliberately, slightly harder for the patient to recover too easily. You do this to see if his psyche has any real bounce in it, for the secret of healing is in the patient and not the doctor.

The great prayer wound its way into my sleepy consciousness like a serpent, coil after shining coil of words—the voice of the muezzin sinking from register to register of gravity—until the whole morning seemed dense with its marvelous healing powers, the intimations of a grace undeserved and unexpected, impregnating that shabby room where Melissa lay, breathing lightly as a gull, rocked upon the oceanic splendours of a language she would never know.

Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed by them.

There are hurts so deep that one cannot reach them or heal them with words.

When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things and then I don't feel so bad.

Mean people are really just sad people. They hurt others because they are hurting. Every person is born beautiful, and much of the ugliness in others was put inside of them by other hurting people.

I like to listen to sad music when I'm sad. It seems honest. It makes me cry, and sometimes a good cry is the only thing that can make you feel better.

Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.