Quotes About Healing

how many days without a radio it will take to get my songs back?

I am a mess because you won't let me clean us up. You would rather remain on the floor, spilled, tracked over, something that would have made a nice conversation piece, a thing of beauty, if someone has allowed it to. You would rather be broken glass in my feet than the looking glass I peer into every day.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was broken.

I wish my dead days would quit bothering me and leave me alone. The bad stuff keeps coming back, and it's the worst rhythm there is. The repetition of a man's bad self, that's the worst suffering that's ever been known.

And where was that day? Past and dead. Whose humiliating memories were these? His and not his father's. What had he to think back on that he could call good? Very, very little. You had to forgive. First, to forgive yourself, and then, general forgiveness.

Losing a parent is something like driving through a plate-glass window. You didn't know it was there until it shattered, and then for years to come you're picking up the pieces.

Depressives cannot surrender childhood--not even the pains of childhood.

What is the subconscious process of healing? What does it take? Perhaps it is something like how old schoolers would say you heal from a snakebite: having to spit out the venom again and again until there is no more.

Homeopathy seemed . . . both mathematical and poetic.

I was a doctor, remember? -For plants. I was a nurse. For people.

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

She'd never have to cut herself again. She carries a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed.

but loving had left her skinless.

durerile oamenilor ar fi mai mici daca ei - Dumnezeu stie de ce sunt facuti astfel! - nu s-ar ocupa cu un atat de mare zel al inchipuirii de amintirea relelor trecute si ar indura un prezent nepasator.

Sometimes, when I am ready to commit suicide, she sings that air; and instantly the gloom and madness which hung over me are dispersed, and I breathe freely again.

Music's the medicine of the mind.

This irrational healing process, which finds a way around seemingly insurmountable obstacles, has a particularly feminine quality to it. It is the rational, logical masculine mind that declares that opposites like ego and Shadow, light and dark, can never be united. However, the feminine spirit is capable of finding a synthesis where logic says none can be found.

Self pity is the glue that binds you to your past...

You don't drink to drown your sorrows, you drink to give them mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

Music exalts each joy, allays each grief, expels diseases, softens every pain, subdues the rage of poison, and the plague.

My body and all its organs were created by the infinite intelligence in my subconscious mind. It knows how to heal me. Its wisdom created all my organs, tissues, bones, and muscles. This infinite healing presence within me is now transforming every atom of my being, making me whole and perfect. I give thanks for the healing I know is taking place now. Wonderful are the works of the creative intelligence within me! I am now perfectly healthy.

These days I must take the world in small and carefully measured doses. It is a sort of homeopathic cure I am undergoing, though I am not certain what this cure is meant to mend. Perhaps I am learning to live amongst the living again. Practising, I mean. But no, that is not it. Being here is just a way of not being anywhere.

The analyst's vulnerability has to be greater even than the vulnerability any other patient has to learn to accept. It is a good thing for an analyst to learn early that every patient suffers from the analytic process, but the vulnerability that the analyst must learn to accept goes beyond the humility that every physician must find toward the mystery of wounding and healing. The

When we suffer anguish we return to early childhood because that is the period in which we first learnt to suffer the experience of total loss. It was more than that. It was the period in which we suffered more total losses than in all the rest of our life put together.