Quotes About Healing

Somehow, Kit got the cup to his mouth. Perhaps even the steam was fortifying. It tasted of bitter earth and summer sun and the unshed tears still clogging his throat.

We alleviated suffering, and I've lived with enough suffering to know that any time you can take the edge of it, repair it for even one creature, you are creating a net good in the universe.

I've always wanted to save people. Maybe because nobody saved me.

She hadn't really done anything to me physically. This was just what a broken heart felt like.

The idea made me sad. But it also felt like closure. And I badly needed some of that.

I remembered what it felt like to have your heart peeled out of your body and handed to you by somebody you'd loved and allowed yourself to be vulnerable to.

I was gambling that if she wasn't actively bleeding, her Koregan parasite could repair her the same way mine had repaired me. Otherwise, well, there wasn't much I could do for her that wouldn't result in gangrene.

Tristen had been alone so long that the affectionate proximity of another organic chipped at his rough edges, like wear smoothing a rusted bearing, and what was left functioned better than the grief-etched surfaces of before.

My pain's down 63 percent, my reflexes have actually improved, and I can sleep through the night without drugs for the first time in twenty years. Is that what you wanted to hear?

I guess it was probably a couple of diar before I started being able to hold a conversation again, and by then I really didn't want to.

I strained against the fuzziness and fog that still infected me.

You're on a ride-along in a jumbo flying squid. Dosideieus gigas. I thought it would be nicer than waking up in a hospital bed, given how much time you've spent in those.

It would heal quite perfectly. And the sensation of the thick salvaged blood beating from his wounds into David's mouth as David knelt over him, his blond locks stuck willy-nilly between the clenching knuckles of Sebastien's hand-that was a passion worth anything.

The cast had to come off before she could attempt a sculpture of her prey.

Hating people doesn't accomplish anything except poisoning yourself. I should turn it off. I should let it go. The thing was, first I had to want to let it go.

Elena put one hand out, pressing her palm to the bole of a tree to steady herself, and sighed as if she could put all her pain and worry onto the wind and let it be carried away.

You get so used to hurting that when it goes away not being in pain doesn't even feel normal, exactly.

I cried until my eyes swelled shut, and then I slept, a black, dreamless sleep from which I awoke amazingly refreshed, at least until I remembered.

Now, on this road trip, my mind seemed to uncrinkle, to breathe, to present to itself a cure for a disease it had not, until now, known it had.

Art is the only thing that can go on mattering, once it has stopped hurting.

Art is one thing that can go on mattering once it has stopped hurting.

Friends are the balm that soothes the heart. – Nanny Tasha (former nanny to Felicity and Tally Langley)

But you couldn't really start over. That was a huge, modern lie invented by talk-show hosts. Sure you could change things that improved your life, but all the bad stuff lingered. It lingered in your body compromising your organs.

He wanted to dig a hole and put the past inside it and cover it back up again. He didn't know if flowers would grow there or not. He hoped they would.