Quotes About Healing

He wanted the songs, the stories, to save everybody.

Standing on the shore, I prayed for my dead. I praised them. I stupidly hoped that the lake would heal my small wounds. Then I stripped off my clothes and waded naked into the water. Jesus, I don't want to die today or tomorrow, but I don't want to live forever.

I hoped and prayed that they would someday forgive me for leaving them. I hoped and prayed that I would someday forgive myself for leaving them.

But a person can be genocided-can have every connection to his past severed- and live to be an old man whose rib cage is a haunted house built around his heart.

At what point do we just re-create the people who have disappeared from our lives?

I can't remember how to cry.

She wanted to find a way to love them in death, because she forgot how to love them in life.

My grandmother's last act on earth was a call for forgiveness, love, and tolerance.

My sister is running away to get lost, but I am running away because I want to find something. And my parents love me so much that they want to help me. Yeah, Dad is a drunk and Mom is an ex-drunk, but they don't want their kids to be drunks.

It made me cry for myself.

Great pain is repetitive. Grief is repetitive. And, maybe, this repetition can become a chant inside a healing ceremony.

They wanted to help me with my pain.

My name is Sherman Alexie and I was born from loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss and loss. And loss.

But my grandmother wanted us to forgive her murderer.

Jesus, I thought, is there a better and more succinct definition of grief than It hurts a little to breathe, but we're okay?

There are all kinds of addicts, I guess. We all have pain. And we all look for ways to make the pain go away. Penelope gorges on her pain and then throws it up and flushes it away. My dad drinks his pain away.

Great pain is repetitive. Grief is repetitive.

Grief is scary and beautiful, too, I thought, but did not text.

So maybe they are mute with post-traumatic stress. Maybe they don't know how to talk about Mike. I often wonder why I'm the one who remembers All the pain. Why am I the one who remains obsessed By the bloody nose, but rarely remembers any joy?

Grief is a plastic surgeon.

I don't grieve everybody that I have lost.

over which we had no control, but for which we feel responsible. Children of divorce feel it, a widow visiting her husband

There are some pains that run too deep for anything to absolve them. The best we can do is pick up the pieces and hope for the strength we need to keep going. (Acheron) Is that what you do? (Tory) No, I beat shit up – that helps even more. (Acheron)

That which doesn't kill us just requires a few centuries of therapy. (Caleb) Yeah, and usually a lot of Tylenol. (Nick)