Quotes About Healing

The more distressing the memory, the more persistent it's presence.

Although there are times I'd give anything to have her back, I'm glad she went first. Losing her was like being cleft down the middle. It was the moment it all ended for me, and I wouldn't have wanted her to go through that.

Let the memories die, sir, yer'll soon pick up the pieces.

Nature is my medicine.

Nurses — one of the few blessings of being ill.

Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time.

I'm not angry." But he forced his fists open and counted ten slow breaths, fighting it the way he always did. Because what if he was like his father, with that threatening kind of anger, the kind that was always simmering, the kind that could boil over at any time and hurt everyone in the way? The apologies afterward never healed the damage.

There are some remedies worse than disease.

Secrets can eat you alive. They break down your soul. It's better to have them in the open

Secrets can eat you alive. They break down your soul. It's better to have things out in the open.

And suddenly, she realized: someday - not soon, but someday - things might be okay again.

And just like that every horrible thought receded into the background. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't damaged goods after all. Maybe she was okay - someone worth caring for. Someone worth loving, even.

I know what I know," she said softly. "But I let go of the fury I had for that boy a long time ago. If I didn't, it would consume me. Like perhaps it's consuming you

If you've been hurt and you've grieved and you've been through the mill, it takes a long time to get over it.

It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.

If peace came it would have to do so when there had been time to allow the hatred to grow out of people's thinking.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

I have come to bury Love Beneath a tree, In the forest tall and black Where none can see. I shall put no flowers at his head, Nor stone at his feet, For the mouth I loved so much Was bittersweet. I shall go no more to his grave, For the woods are cold. I shall gather as much of joy As my hands can hold. I shall stay all day in the sun Where the wide winds blow,— But oh, I shall cry at night When none will know.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

When the remembering was done, the forgetting could begin.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

Sometimes you weren't supposed to share pain. Sometimes it was best just to deal with it alone.

Today expect something good to happen to you no matter what occurred yesterday. Realize the past no longer holds you captive. It can only continue to hurt you if you hold on to it. Let the past go. A simply abundant world awaits. (January 11)

I want to go to the mother, take her hand, and tell her that although she and her daughter believe that every bad choice the daughter has ever made in life is her fault, it's not. It's really, really not.