Quotes About Healing

Today I feel some uneasiness in recalling how much I suffered, I have no sympathy for myself of that time.

in his view love ended only when it was possible to return to oneself without fear or disgust

I was in bad shape, definitively broken. A broken clock that, because its metal heart continued to beat, was now breaking the time of everything else.

La música siempre hace bien, desata los nudos con que los nervios se aferran a las emociones.

And they thought that what had happened before was past and, in order to live quietly, they placed a stone on top of it, and so, without knowing it, they continued it, they were immersed in the things of before, and we kept them inside us, too.

lo que le pasa a las personas: llevamos dentro demasiadas cosas y eso nos hincha, nos rompe.

Solo se dejaba distraer, si es que se puede decir así, por otro motivo de sufrimiento. Un dolor nuevo obraba en ella como una especie de antídoto.

No te duele nada, Lenù. Te has inventado que tienes que renquear para que tu madre no se muera del todo, y ahora renqueas de veras, y yo te analizo, veo que te hace bien.

En los momentos de crisis, con mucha frecuencia las mujeres tratamos de calmarnos escribiendo.

Al final decidí que, con veterinario o sin él, el concierto me relajaría. La música siempre hace bien, desata los nudos con que los nervios se aferran a las emociones.

Es nuestra ira la que nos salva y sin embargo nos resulta casi imposible sacarla y darle coherencia.

Han pasado tres años, imposible revivirlo. -Para poder olvidar, primero hay que recordar.

By not encouraging injuries, a mother avoids having to close wounds later on. Erika's mother prefers inflicting injuries herself, then supervising the therapy.

Cure dismisses resilience, survival, the spider web of fractures, cracks and seams. Its promises hold power precisely because none of us want to be broken. But I'm curious: what might happen if we were to accept, claim, embrace our brokenness?

I wont write the details or try to capture the error and pain in wors. But believe me: what they did broke my body-mind. It shaped every part of my life. This is not a hyperbole, not a claim to perpetual victimhood nor a ploy for sympathy, but rather, an enraging truth.

I want to keep smashing myself until I am whole.

Nobody is stronger, nobody is weaker than someone who came back. There is nothing you can do to such a person because whatever you could do is less than what has already been done to him. We have already paid the price.

After a few days, the physical symptoms passed. Inside my soul, I still felt like I had fallen off the end of the conveyor belt, but I was able to ear, read, swim, and hold my face together such that I wasn't constantly staring at people with the stricken eyes of death.

I forgave him for a lot when he said that. I forgave him for almost everything.

At the T stop, I stared fixedly ahead, as tears streamed down my face, and my nasal passages shut down. Was this the "work" you had to do? Was I getting better?

Once you've seen a solution to the disease that's tearing you apart, relapsing is never fun.

All writers, I think, are to one extent or another, damaged people. Writing is our way of repairing ourselves.

Some relationships bust you up. Some make you.

Sin is more than a stain that can be removed by a trip to the dry cleaner. It is a wound that needs to be treated, healed.