Quotes About Healing

Rosalyn Bruyere has been one of the most important teachers of hands-on healing in the world for many years. I will always be grateful for what I have learned from her.

Healing begins with your saying these simple words to your adversary, yes, to your enemy: You're hurting, I know. I'm hurting, too. Let's try to find a way.

Há boas e más novas no café. A má, é que o tempo corre. A boa, é que o tempo cura.

If you have no more tears left to weep, then don't weep. Laugh.

Time made apologies and absolution unnecessary. Time didn't really heal, it just made bad memories distant so that the brain couldn't recapture the lost pain

As hard as it is, grieving can be a gift, if we use it to examine our own lives and come closer to those we love.

The worst kind of brokenness is the kind that you don't know you have.

Our love would be solace, companionship, and the mending of wounds.

A psychiatrist does not want you to wake up. He tells you to dream some more, to find the pond and pour more tears into it. And really, he's just another bird drinking from your misery.

That is the way with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

Así es como se cura una herida: empieza a cerrarse sobre sí misma, a proteger aquello que tanto duele, y, una vez cerrada, ya no se ve lo que hay debajo, aquello que provocaba el dolor.

I was returning with myself whole and unbroken—limbs, mind, and spirit. I had discarded pride, that useless burden of self-importance

Acaso el odio no es un simple resultado del amor herido?

The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

I feed myself with the old grief.

I hope you don't suffer forever from keeping love from your heart

In two years' time, my scar became pale and shinny and I had no memory of my mother. That is the way it is with a wound. The wound begins to close in on itself, to protect what is hurting so much. And once it is closed, you no longer see what is underneath, what started the pain.

By then I didn't have enough feeling left in my body to cry.

After a while I didn't think it was a terrible life, no, not really. After a while, I hurt so much I didn't feel any difference.

So this is what I will do. I will gather together my past and look. I will see a thing that has already happened. The pain that cut my spirit loose. I will hold that pain until it becomes hard and shiny, more clear, and then my fierceness can come back. My golden side, my black side.

We do not escape into philosophy, psychology, and art--we go there to restore our shattered selves into whole ones.

I palliate the sufferings of others. yes I see myself as softening the blows, dissolving acids, neutralizing poisons, every moment of the day. I try to fulfill the wishes of others, to perform miracles. I exert myself performing miracles.

I walked into my own book, seeking peace. It was night, and I made a careless movement inside the dream; I turned too brusquely the corner and I bruised myself against my madness.

I stopped loving my father a long time ago. What remained was the slavery to a pattern.