Quotes About Healing

But when you feel as if you are but a dry leaf carried by the endless winds of time, and you can bear the thought of what seems like a haphazard wandering no longer, you must go where there is pain and seek to alleviate it.

There is no weakness in grief. There is no weakness in love.

It was ridiculous of her to feel so wounded.

Now she settled into the dailiness of grief—not that first piercing stab but the steady, persistent ache of it, the absence that feels like a presence.

In a way," I told Peggy, "it's like the grief has been covered over with some kind of blanket. It's still there, but the sharpest edges are Ã¢â'¬Â¦ muffled, sort of. Then, every now and then, I lift a corner of the blanket, just to check, and—whoa! Like a knife! I'm not sure that will ever change.

One thing that parents of problem children never said aloud: it was a relief when the children turned out okay, but then what were the parents supposed to do with the anger they'd felt all those years? Although Denny might not be okay, even now. Abby

What nobody understood about David, with the possible exception of Greta, was that he had suffered a very serious loss in his life. Two losses, in fact. Two very dear children: Emily and Nicholas. It was true that these days there happened to be two very dear grown-ups who were also named Emily and Nicholas, but they weren't the same people. It was just as if those children had died. He'd been in mourning ever since.

I'm a roomful of broken hearts, he tells her.

best cure for grief was shopping, especially for things to wear.

In a way," I told Peggy, "it's like the grief has been covered over with some

This hospital, like every other, is a hole in the universe through which holiness issues in blasts. It blows both ways, in and out of time.

If the sore spot is not fatal, if it does not grow and block something, you can use its power for many years, until the heart resorbs it.

Because that's what people need after traumas, apparently - lots of long conversations about the effects of trauma.

The world's beauty hurt like razors, and Tally knew she'd never have to cut herself again. She carried a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her.

The stitches in my forehead itched, loud noises made me jump, and I'd been wearing the same socks for three days in a row. Everyone

Splitting up has not been an easy thing for either Lindsay or me," Stevie confides. "I think we both knew deep down that it was the only thing we could do. We weren't creating, either of us. . . . It's much better now.

How can we heal our world without first caring for our children, without giving them a starting chance? We aren't taught how to deal with our feelings, how to recognize the issues that have the potential to assassinate our real chances at relationships; instead, we all make do with what tools we have. We all learn clever ways to divert the issues, to project our emotional pains onto others, often labeling these as their faults.

One thing I had learned from medicine, however, was that denial was often a good strategy; it could buy time for wounds to heal themselves.

PTSD is a disorder of recovery, and if treatment only focuses on identifying symptoms, it pathologizes and alienates vets. But if the focus is on family and community, it puts them in a situation of collective healing." Israel

Studies from around the world show that recovery from war—from any trauma—is heavily influenced by the society one belongs to, and there are societies that make that process relatively easy. Modern society does not seem to be one of them.

If contemporary America doesn't develop ways to publicly confront the emotional consequences of war, those consequences will continue to burn a hole through the vets themselves. I

They had not yet started out across a continent of grief that a lifetime of walking could not cover.

PTSD is a disorder of recovery, and if treatment only focuses on identifying symptoms, it pathologizes and alienates vets. But if the focus is on family and community, it puts them in a situation of collective healing.

Hatred corrodes the container it's carried in.