Quotes About Healing

It's a romantic novel," Jaenelle said in a small voice as he called in his half-moon glasses and started idly flipping the pages. "A couple of women in a bookseller's shop kept talking about it." Romance. Passion. Sex. He suppressed—barely—the urge to leap to his feet and twirl her around the room. A sign of emotional healing? Please, sweet Darkness, please let it be a sign of healing.

Jaenelle leaned over the narrow window seat, gulping in the winter air. "It hurts so much to live here, Daemon," she whimpered as he cradled her in his arms. "Sometimes it hurts so much." "Shh." He stroked her hair. "Shh.

When you're fully healed," she said sternly, then spoiled it with a silvery, velvet-coated laugh. "Oh, Lucivar, the dragons who live on the Fyreborn Islands are going to love you. You not only have wings, you're big enough to wave whomp.

I can heal the scars on your body, but I can't heal the scars of the soul. Not yours, not mine. You have to learn to live with them. You have to choose to live beyond them.

If she didn't heal emotionally, if she could never endure a man's touch… He wasn't the key that could unlock that final door. There was much he could do, but not that. He wasn't the key. Daemon Sadi was.

Sometimes you need to see the same stars from a different place to help your heart settle when it's hurting.

A dumb-ass piece of wisdom that has been proven wrong too many times to count. Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

You're only twenty-four," he said. "You have plenty of scars for someone your age.

Words can cause as much damage as a fist. They can leave deep scars that never fully heal. And they can kill.

Listening is a basic ingredient of attention, and it can be learned and practiced. Listening is fueled by interest and curiosity. It is a discipline and an action in the world, and the results are nearly magical. Hearing can restore. To be heard, really heard by another person, is to be healed.

It's never too late to forgive someone and let go of some hurt. Life is short. We only really have this very moment! To live it fully is a gift we give back to ourselves.

Perhaps the hardest thing about losing a lover is to watch the year repeat its days.

Language is what eases the pain of living with other people, language is what makes the wounds come open again.

Your separateness could kill you unless I take it from you as a sickness.

I cannot not grieve.

A wound gives off its own light surgeons say. If all the lamps in the house were turned out you could dress this wound by what shines from it

What sense is there in pain at all—however we contrive it for ourselves as we cast about for ways to bind up the wound between us and God?

You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said, Where can I put it down?

It is not the burdens and resentments we pick up that keep us derailed, but our continuing to tote them.

The cure for everything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.

Pen-bereavement is a serious matter.

says addicts are rendered comatose for the first two weeks, pumped full of sedatives to keep them quiet while they undergo detox,

She wasn't ever going to let anyone make her feel like that again. She would not allow bitterness and regret to poison her life any longer.

Hurting people hurt people. And often the one who seems to get "cut" the most is the person lashing out. They nurse their pain, anger, bitterness, frustration, unforgiveness, or resentment until those emotions become their master and they are enslaved to them.