Quotes About Healing

The music that can deepest reach and cure all ill is cordial speech.

My life should be unique; it should be an alms, a battle, a conquest, a medicine.

Some of your hurts you have cured, and the sharpest you've even survived. But what torments of grief you've endured from evils which never arrived - Ralph Waldo Emerson

To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.

The love that you withhold is the pain you carry.

A deep man, believes that the evil eye can wither, that the heart's blessing can heal, and that love can overcome all odds

The love that you withhold is the pain that you carry.

Healing does not mean going back to the way things were before, but rather allowing what is now to move us closer to God.

Love is the most transformative medicine For Love slowly transforms you Into what psychedelics only get you to glimpse.

All acts of healing are ultimately our selves healing our Self. -Ram Dass

LOVE IS THE STRONGEST MEDICINE. IT IS MORE POWERFUL THAN ELECTRICITY.

God, like a father, doesn't just give advice. He gives himself. He becomes the husband to the grieving widow (Isaiah 54:5). He becomes the comforter to the barren woman (Isaiah 54:1). He becomes the father of the orphaned (Psalm 10:14). He becomes the bridegroom to the single person (Isaiah 62:5). He is the healer to the sick (Exodus 15:26). He is the wonderful counselor to the confused and depressed (Isaiah 9:6).

So look out a window. Take a walk. Talk with your friend. Use your God-given skills to paint or draw or build a shed or write a book. But imagine it - all of it - in its original condition. The happy dog with the wagging tail, not the snarling beast, beaten and starved. The flowers unwilted, the grass undying, the blue sky without pollution. People smiling and joyful, not angry, depressed, and empty.

Albert Wolters points out that most of Christ's miracles "are miracles of restoration—restoration to health, restoration to life, restoration to freedom from demonic possession. Jesus' miracles provide us with a sample of the meaning of redemption: a freeing of creation from the shackles of sin and evil and a reinstatement of creaturely living as intended by God.

When you once had faith and no longer do, I suppose it's like a woman carrying a dead baby. The sight of live babies becomes painful.

I've been burdened with blame trapped in the past for too long, I'm moving on

Worship very plainly opens up the healing of all of mankind. The struggle of gender, the struggle of race, the struggle of history, the struggle to find political liberation, the struggle of our own contradictions — nothing can be mended until we understand the symbol of Jesus' breaking of the bread and pouring of the wine.

All of this is a reassuring reminder that in spite of our mistakes and failures, our heavenly Father is still able to bring something lasting and beautiful from our lives.

When God puts a broken life back together, He removes the scars because He builds from the inside out. And when God steadies a faltering life, He puts you on His footing.

Cândva doream binecuvântarea, acum - pe Domnul meu. Cândva doream simÈ›irea, acum - Cuvântul S?u. Cândva doream doar darul, acum - pe D?t?torul ÎnsuÈ™i, Cândva îmi doream vindecare, Acum îl vreau doar pe El.

A good night sleep, or a ten minute bawl, or a pint of chocolate ice cream, or all three together, is good medicine.

And besides, I like to cry. After I cry hard it's like it's morning again and I'm starting the day over.

To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes, all that. But what else. What else? Something, something . . . And on either side of the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations.

And on either side of the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. Yes, thought Montag, that's the one I'll save for noon. For noon. . . . When we reach the city.