Quotes About Healing

Do you know what I think about crying? I think some people have to learn to do it. But once you learn, once you know how to really cry, there's nothing quite like it. I feel sorry for those who don't know the trick. It's like whistling or singing.

As we move on year by year in this life, we learn that telling doesn't necessarily purge; telling something is merely a reliving, and it's a torment.

I'm not myself, I added hesitantly. I haven't survived all this as well as I should have survived it. My body's healed - the old miracle. But I don't understand my present view of things. The bitterness. the utter darkness. Never has life itself seemed so senseless. It's a joke, isn't it? Consciousness, it's a kind of joke.

we do good when we make others forget their sorrow, make them forget for a little while

Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts.

But he could not go up to the room as yet, and seating himself on a stone step, his head on his arms, he wept silently. Years had passed since he had shed tears, or so it seemed. Surely years since he had let them flow so copiously. And what stopped him finally was that he could hear his own crying.

Grief, she thought. It's a strange and a misunderstood emotion.

I'll write about my past but I won't talk about it. I'll turn it into art if I can, but I won't talk about it.

Some things one doesn't want to remember.

writers had a way of "redeeming everything that ever happens to them.

I think you're like a man who loses an arm or a leg and keeps insisting that he can feel pain where the arm or leg used to be.

He could not even see the images which I was seeing, so broken was his heart.

But the time of mourning is always the perfect time for nonsense.

Telling people-did it ever make things better?

Nothing vanishes quite like pain—when pain does vanish, that is. Because most of the time pain never does.

The cruelty of this, the mystery of it, had been overwhelming. In the hands of another, this boy might never be healed.

Você sabe qual é minha opinião sobre o choro? Acho que algumas pessoas precisam aprender a chorar. No entanto, uma vez que se tenha aprendido, uma vez que se saiba chorar de verdade, não há nada que chegue a seus pés. Sinto pena de quem não conhece o segredo. É como assobiar ou cantar.

You are for me. That was my answer for him. The soft words in Russian I gave to him through the Mind Gift. Remember. Who were you before you came here? Before they hurt you? Go back. Go back to the ikon. Go back to the Face of Christ if need be.

He is irresistible, but what am I to do? I claimed him once, declaring him my very own, and now I treat his misery with the blood I wish that I could give him. Yet in treating his misery, I hope to cure him not for me, but for the wide world.

los escritores siempre encuentran la forma de «redimirse de cualquier cosa que les haya pasado».

As I looked at the child on the bed, I forgot the language of guilt and recrimination.

Love we need, and love can make us forget and forgive the savagery, as perhaps nothing else can.

The cunning woman of the village becomes a witch only when her powers to heal do not work. Before that, she is everyone's good sorceress, and there is nary the slightest talk of devils.

Again it was words that healed. Words and memory.