Quotes About Healing

I am smiling in pictures without you..It might be a smile that does not reach my eyes just yet, but it's a smile and that is enough for now.

Byrne had an inspiration. He called Nim over, put the ointment on Nim's hand, and asked him, in plain English, to put it on Midge's wound. Nim promptly walked over to Midge, slathered the ointment on his ankle, and in doing so broke the ice between them.

Why?" he whispered as he leaned over her, supported on one arm. "Why must ye be the one that haunts me dreams? I've seen ye weepin' night after bloody night since the day I sent ye from me palace with yer dress half undone. If I had it to do over again, I'd cut me own right hand off rather than hurt ye so. Will ye never be able to forgive me, Silence love?" "I already have," she replied, cradling his cheek in her hand. "Long, long ago.

Why can't they invent a pill that will keep you from remembering someone you don't want to remember?

I momenti più crudeli vengono offuscati e distorti dal ripetersi dell'atto di ricordare, che per lei comportava il non ricordare esattamente come si era sentita perché il trauma era ormai assorbito: anch'esso era diventato un ricordo, privo della capacità che aveva di aggredirla all'improvviso.

Time does not heal, It makes a half-stiched scar That can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour

And I've finally learned that no amount of intense, repetitive thinking is ever going to change the past. I've learned what "let it go" means.

then you must say to her, 'Madame, I observe that your heart is broken. Allow me to repair it for you...

What if our myths and teaching tales had purposely led humanity to believe that it was the ultimate sign of strength to nurture and love? What if the urge to care for children and nature and each other had been chosen as the most important tasks of any society? What if care as opposed to conquest had been the marker of virility? What if resources were granted to the people most skilled at peace making, healing, creating and opposed to those with brute strength and a pension for violence?

Let the young rain of tears come, Let the calm hands of grief come. It's not all as evil as you think. —ROLF JACOBSEN

He went on to tell me that before the workshop he hadn't cried for years, even when his father died, even when his wife told him she was leaving. "I am so glad to finally feel something." He sighed, touching his heart. "Even if I have to cry every day for a couple of years, it's better than having a frozen heart." Ever

grief is good—that it is a sign of how well we have loved. And

Too many memories, each one sharper and more painful than the last.

If time were truly linear, she thought, it might have carried her away, leaving the pain behind.

I want a book that acknowledges that life goes on but that death goes on, too, that a person who is dead is a long, long story. You move on from it, but the death will never disappear from view. Your friends may say, Time heals all wounds. No, it doesn't, but eventually you'll feel better. You'll be yourself again.

He was talking to strangers, hoping they would absolve him. They are the only ones who ever can.

Grief, as I understood it - grief and I were acquainted - is the kind of loss that sets you on fire as you struggle to put it out.

When my skin had gone back to its even tone I slept with another man and discovered, my hands lying awkwardly on the sheet at either side of me, that I had forgotten what to do with them. I'm responsible and an adult again, full time. What remains is that my sensation thermostat has been thrown out of whack; it's been years and sometimes I wonder whether my body will ever again register above lukewarm.

Let the past go, Bren, or it will ruin your future.

But healing isn't the same as recovery, is it? Healing slides way down in your heart and settles there.

God does not waste our suffering. It always serves a purpose.

The cracks in your heart are there so the light can shine through.

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.