Quotes About Healing

Going to Belgium proved to be quite a cathartic experience for me because it eventually helped to heal the situation of leaving Leicester too.

There is no limit to how much health you can provide people.

Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.

Who can stop grief's avalanche once it starts to roll.

We'll buy back our own harm with what is most dear to us.

Terrible things breed in broken hearts. And I see in my mistress' eyes a fury that wont be calmed.

See, how strong love overwhelms us. See, how it wounds and destroys and yet when Aphrodite wants to soothe, nothing cures as love cures. So, my love, shoot me gently, barely break my skin with your terrible arrows.

How dreadful a thing, mother, is the enmity of relations, having means of reconciliation seldom to be brought about!

Do not revive a grief I had forgotten.

Dire and beyond all healing is the hate When hearts that loved are turned to enmity.

When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.

Would it ever, ever leave? I had become used to the ache now; it was with me all the time, and never seemed to lessen. Time was no healer, I decided, but it was a great accommodator.

You have to give to the world the thing that you want the most, in order to fix the broken parts inside you.

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.

There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.

Receding from a grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there.

What was the promise with the head sick?

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of the individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye.

And in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

One truth opened another. Ona still shaded everything we did. Ona's death was the last family affair. I'd seen Man suffer. I'd seen her break. Now more than anything. I wanted to see her happy.

but she never did cry. She was too hurt to cry.… You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

a heart can be broken, but it keep on beating, just the same.