Quotes About Healing

Sometimes forgetting was just as bad as remembering.

We can't be sad about it forever, you know? We've got to think back to the good times and just remember them; that's all we can do. We can't worry about the past or what happened at the end, any more. I can't and you can't.

I tried to see it as bringing things full circle. I'd left and, in doing so, fractured myself. By returning, I'd be able to be whole again.

How do you even begin to return to someone, much less convince them to do the same for you?

I was thinking that maybe, by this point, I liked it better broken.

He took the mess that was Macbeth and fixed it, and I wonder if he might, in some small way, be able to do the same for me.

La música [...] fue una vía de escape. Todo lo demás estaba cambiando o llegaba a su fin, pero la música era un recurso vasto, infinito.

You only really fall apart in front of people you know can piece you back together.

Well, it's true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it's also true that I have loved, and been loved. And that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight

Disco...is great for healing.

In the dark everyone felt the same: the edges blurred. When I think of myself then, what I was like two years ago, I feel like a wound in a bad place, prone to be bumped on corners or edges. Never able to heal.

The past was so sticky, full of land mines: I made it a point, usually, not to be so detailed in the map of myself I handed over to a guy. And the song, that song, was one of the biggest keys to me. Like a soft spot, a bruise that never quite healed right. The first place I was sure they would strike back, when the time came for them to do so.

It's not a switch you can just flip off, Dr. Marshall had told me once. If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love-and everything that followed is part of letting it go.

Because that it what happens when you try to run from the past. It doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only way that can ever get you home.

Look, everyone mourns at their own pace. Maybe you're just a little bit ahead of her, but she'll get to you eventually. The important thing is that you keep trying to talk to each other, even if it's difficult at first. It gets easier. I promise.

Life was going on. I didn't even have a scar, this time, to remind me of what happened. But sometimes, when I glanced sideways at Rogerson in the car, or right before I fell asleep at night, I would have a sudden flash of his face again, how it had literally changed right before my eyes. And even as life settled back to normal, and we never discussed it, there was a part of me waiting, always braced and ready for him to do it again.

it was hard to be a mother when you had never been mothered yourself. Your children's needs remind you of your needs. Their pain reminds you of your pain. All of it reminds you of how bad it felt, how hard it was, how much you wanted and needed and didn't get. It's very hard.

There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry.

If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along.

And the first time you come down to dinner, and your son is sitting at the dining room table wearing your hatred on his shoulders, who is going to be the first to tell him it is finally time to take it off?

I know you've taken to wearing tour father's hand-me-down anger. But I wish that you wouldn't. It's a few sizes too big and everyone can see it doesn't fit you...

He would let Violet find her own way and time to tell Elizabeth. In the interim, he would listen and hold her hand and offer his counsel, but he would not push. He understood now how deep her wounds ran, how hard it was for her to trust that she could make mistakes and still deserve love.

Like a lot of once devout people who have lost their faith, I had holes the size of heaven and hell in my head and in my heart.

On October 1, Lafayette mailed Adrienne a bubbly update about the progress of his apparently adorable wound. "The surgeons are astonished by the rate at which it heals," he cooed. "They are in ecstasy every time they dress it, and maintain that it is the most beautiful thing in the world.