Quotes About Healing

This is good and hot. I remember you used to say that about someone I know. He shakes his head. Give it up, Scotts. That boat sailed, sank, and got towed. But... No. It ain't going to happen. He sits down next to me and I curl up next to him. Nicky, it's hard being a child of your divorce and probably the reason somebody is dead. Nick raises my head with his hands and looks at me and smiles. Life bites, baby girl. ...and sucks. Amen.

The mind wants to forget because it weighs so much on the heart and soul. I am tired of crying and feeling so helpless. I want to breathe again -just for a little while.

We are made to bleed and scab and heal and bleed again and turn every scar into a joke. We are made to fight and fuck and talk and fight again and sit around and laugh until we choke.

Like the firefly trying to match the brilliance of the stars, I had let the limits of my knowledge rule me. Man cannot change the movement of the planets with the sweep of his hands. Every man is guided by a force that is individual and unfathomable. Man can heal, but a little. Man can aid self-discovery, but only a little. No man is the master of another man's destiny. For man is no God. And fireflies are not stars.

I discover that it is possible to be angry with someone who has died. It is possible to hate yourself for being angry with someone who has died. It is possible to believe that you will die from grief, that somehow your breathing will catch itself up and simply stop. It is possible to believe that you could have stopped the terrible thing that happened at any time, if only you had known.

I think about the hurt that stories cannot ease, not with a thousand tellings.

Healing wasn't always the best thing. Sometimes a hole was better left open. Sometimes it healed too thick and too well and left separate pieces fused and incompetent. And it was harder to reopen after that.

You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

We forgive and forget. At least I forgive and he forgets.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn't forget?

They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.

Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.

Le chagrin, c'est comme un nouveau-né, les trois premiers mois, c'est l'enfer et, au bout de six mois, on finit par s'avouer vaincu, on réorganise sa vie en fonction de lui, on lui fait de la place.

Elle errait le coeur brisé, sans savoir qui le lui avait brisé. Elle avait dû se le briser toute seule, conclut-elle.

But why would you wanna break                       a perfectly good heart?               ââ'¬â€Taylor Swift

She understood that grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it. Rather, time insists on passing, and as it does, grief changes but does not go away. Sometimes she could actually visualize

We spend so much of our grief looking for answers to explain what cannot be explained.

Birthdays of a child who has died are strange events.

That even in grief, we must take tentative steps back into the world. That even in grief, we must eat. And that when we share that food with others, we are reclaiming those broken bits of our lives, holding them out as if to say, I am still here. Comfort me. As if with each bite, we remember how it is to live.

Everyone says little kids don't break, but they do. Inside. I broke when my father walked out on us.

I am never falling in love again! It hurts too much.

Later that night, I tore up the list of mean things to do to Aunt Cecelia.

At this point I was just hoping he wasn't going to be scarred for life.

Please get better, Danielle.