Quotes About Healing

Those who weep recover more quickly than those who smile.

Mirth is God's medicine. Everybody ought to bathe in it.

I can heal a broken heart with a smile.

I took that smile and I put it right where the hole in my chest was. It was better than coffee, or chocolate, or a perfect pirouette. I clutched it and held it tight.

You've been hurt before, I can see it in your eyes. You try to smile it away, some things you can't disguise.

And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be follow'd perhaps by a smile.

He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that's just so far," he added with a smile.

Affliction may one day smile again; and till then, sit thee down, sorrow!.

If you want to heal Heal others And smile or weep At this very happy reversal of fate

Medicines may be necessary. Flowers lift the heart. But your smile is the best restorative of all.

She's got a smile that heals me.

One smile heals the planet because it spreads like a virus from one to the next without care for the perfect environment.

Just a smile from the right person can delete fear, cancel unhappiness, and even dissolve physical pain.

Love's whispers drown out sorrow's echoes.

The soul is healed by being with children.

It is clear that the way to heal society of its violence . . . and lack of love is to replace the pyramid of domination with the circle of equality and respect.

We have to shift our emphasis from economic efficiency and materialism towards a sustainable quality of life and to healing of our society, of our people and our ecological systems.

We can never get a re-creation of community and heal our society without giving our citizens a sense of belonging.

Broken but not broken.

Memories should console, not enslave.

Finally, she'd found a group on Corellia that had helped her deal with her addiction, helped her realize why she felt so empty, so driven. It took me months of hard digging into myself, she said. Months to figure out why I wanted to hurt myself. I finally got it through my head that just because my mother hated and despised me for not being what she wanted me to be, I didn't have to hate myself. I didn't have to destroy myself in some twisted attempt to please her.

THERE WAS A YOUNG MAN WHO HAD ARRIVED AT the Northeast Center angry and belligerent, as inclined to take a swing at you as not. He began showing up in Bill's studio and started to paint. Bill watched him become an artist, and gradually he stopped being at the mercy of his rages. He got well enough to leave the center and move to a group home. This is what he said to Bill before he left: "What is art, anyway, except not pounding on walls.

Why does forgiveness irritate me so much? I ask Chuck. Because it's the ultimate act of passive aggression, he says. Because it keeps sin alive, says my sister.

The past gets swallowed up in the extraordinary circumstances of now. But mostly it hurts too much to let my mind go back.