Quotes About Healing

Physician, heal thyself: then wilt thou also heal thy patient. Let it be his best cure to see with his eyes him who maketh himself whole.

For the male sickness of self-contempt, the surest cure is to be loved by a clever woman

To be unable to take his enemies, his misfortunes and even his misdeeds seriously for long – that is the sign of strong, rounded natures with a superabundance of a power which is flexible, formative, healing and can make one forget...

Eres para tu amigo aire puro y soledad, pan y medicina? Hay quienes no pueden desatar sus propias cadenas y sin embargo son salvadores para sus amigos.

Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the depth of our Lord and His broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on their way to Rome. Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.

Under the guidance of the Spirit every trial enriches the soul... He best heals wounds who has felt a similar wound.

The poison of hate, sensuality, and envy which is in the hearts of men could not be healed simply by wise exhortations and social reforms.

There is no door through which tears do not pass.

Broken things are precious. We eat broken bread because we share in the death of our Lord and his broken life. Broken flowers give perfume. Broken incense is used in adoration. A broken ship saved Paul and many other passengers on the way to Rome. Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.

There's very little in my world that a foot massage and a thin-crust, everything-on-it pizza won't set right.

Some things in life you just have to erase. If you're going to go on with your existence, you have to drop them into a deep dark well somewhere in your soul, and trudge onward as if they never happened.

She would not shed a tear, she would not waste the rest of her years simmering in the maggot broth of memory.

Todavia era demasiado joven para saber que la memoria del corazón elimina los malos recuerdos y magnifica los buenos, y que gracias a ese artificio logramos sobrellevar el pasado.

Tan pronto como quedó libre, Sierva María le saltó al cuello, y permanecieron abrazados sin hablar mientras ella lloraba. Él la dejó desahogarse. Luego le levantó la cara y le dijo No más lágrimas. Y enlazó con Garcilaso. Bastan las que por vos tengo lloradas.

Nincs az az orvosság, ami meggyógyítaná azt, amit a boldogság nem tud meggyógyítani.

Tan pronto como quedó libre, Sierva María le saltó al cuello, y permanecieron abrazados sin hablar mientras ella lloraba. E´la dejó desahogarse. Luego le levantó la cara y le dijo No más lágrimas. Y enlazó con Garcilaso. Bastan las que por vos tengo lloradas.

I cried, steady tears, like rain. And, like rain, they brought ease.

We can't be free until we can tell our story, and only by telling it convincingly can we each do our bit to help the world grow up.

If someone had really done you an ill turn and later came to you and said, "I am truly sorry," would that mean as much to you as "the burden of it has been intolerable to me"?

Squashed behind The Cloud of Unknowing we discovered a pocket-size spiral notebook with a day-by-day account of the time Justin had stayed with her and her husband after Tommy's death. The writing was legible though it required effort (this was before she took her calligraphy course), but Justin was ecstatic and asked if he could have the little notebook. "This is my history," he said. Later, after he had deciphered every last word: "Boy, was I loved.

Love is the religion that bereaves the bereft.

Kahlo's paintings offer a visual vocabulary with which trauma and pain can be transmitted or communicated with dignity and compassion. Through the language of her innovative art Kahlo gives voice to silenced, unresolved traumata. She thus obliterates the barrier between the individual experiencing pain and the viewer, and evokes empathy for our shared human fragility.

Kahlo's paintings offer a visual vocabulary with which trauma and pain can be transmitted or communicated with dignity and compassion.

I was forced to lie to my father by doctors and relatives. I made that choice and agreed with them, and I will never, ever get over it. If I hear a lie in my life with my children, with my wife, my work, my audiences, I want to annihilate myself, vaporize myself, and wipe myself off the face of the earth.