Quotes About Healing

It was a sad tune," Eilonwy said. "But the odd thing about it is, you don't mind the sadness. It's like feeling better after you've had a good cry. It made me think of the sea again, though I haven't been there since I was a little girl.

Time goes on, and your life is still there, and you have to live it. After a while you remember the good things more often than the bad. Then, gradually, the empty silent parts of you fill up with sounds of talking and laughter again, and the jagged edges of sadness are softened by memories.

Kira, your leg will take a great deal out of me. I'll have to sleep, after, maybe for a whole day or even longer. And I don't have much time. She looked at him quizzically. Time for what? I'll explain. But for now, I think we should start. If I do it right away, I can sleep completely through the night and almost all of the morning. You can use that time to become accustomed to being whole... I [i]am[/i] whole, she said defiantly.

A teenage girl wrote that she had been considering suicide until she read The Giver.

It was a long time ago. Though it seems, sometimes, that most things that matter happened a long time ago, that is not really true. What is true is this: bu the time you realize how much something mattered, time has passed; by the time it stops hurting enough that you can tell about it, first to yourself, and finally to someone else, more time has passed; then, when you sit down to begin the telling, you have to begin this way: It was a long time ago.

This new Caleb was a replacement child. The couple had lost their first Caleb, a cheerful little Four.

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May I have relief-of-pain, please?" he begged. It was always provided in his everyday life for the bruises and wounds, for a mashed finger, a stomach ache, a skinned knee from a fall from a bike.

Some say it eases pain to lay a knife beneath the bed." "Is it true?" Alsy shrugged. "Likely not. But if the person thinks it, then the thinking eases the pain.

But now Jonas had experienced real sadness. He had felt grief. He knew that there was no quick comfort for emotions like those. These were deeper and they did not need to be told. They were felt. Today, he felt happiness.

Sad parts are important. If I ever get to train a new young dreamgiver, that's one of the things I'll teach: that you must include the sad parts, because they are part of the story, and they have to be part of the dreams. ? Gossamer

For a while, I thought I was going mad. At last, I became reconciled to my despair. The medications helped, too, I thought, sir.

When the man arises who can make you laugh, solemn Ista, angry Ista, iron Ista, then will your heart be healed. You have not prayed for this: it's a guerdon even the gods cannot give you. We are limited to such simples as redemption from your sins.

The blade left him; a warm gush of liquid spurted from the mouth of his wound after it. Cazaril had hoped to pass out, but he only swayed as pads were clapped to him and held hard fore and aft.

Waiting (a tough thing to do), focusing on other things, and trusting the Lord will take care of future hopes is much safer than looking at a new person to take the pain away.

The only thing worse than being widowed is being widowed and single.

There should be a rule for grief groups: forty-watt bulbs only.

His lips covered hers as he laid the gauze on her leg. Fiery pain shot through her flesh as his lips swallowed her cry, then replaced it with such amazing sensation she wanted to whimper in return. He licked her lips. He didn't steal her kiss. He didn't take it. He cajoled it from her.

Understand this, a hospital is a gateway between the living and the dead. We've all had things happen to us here.

God is in the forgiveness business. You don't have to get your life all straightened up before you talk to him.

Life has a way of fixing things. – Stu Callebrew (the Dugout's owner and Matt Jacobs good friend/father figure)

Good healthy anger that is blocked can then seem like feral rage. But when you accept it and work with it, it becomes the ability to stand up for yourself.

Good healthy anger that is blocked can then seem like feral rage. But when you accept it and work with it, it becomes the ability to stand up for yourself. If you do not intentionally cultivate your best attention in your native state, then you will tend to recapitulate the worst attention your kindergarten teacher or parent gave—disapproval, criticism, scrutiny.

These kids are like vessels you pour your love into. And some of those vessels are big and strong and happy to hold all the love you want to pour in, and others have cracks in them and the love isn't worth much because it all leaks out. I used to think love could save anything, but it can't if the vessel's cracked.