Quotes About Healing

Fresh sorrows reactivate old ones. We go to the same well to grieve, and it's fuller every time.

I was cured all right.

So I was put into the bed and still felt bolnoy but could not sleep, but soon I started to feel that soon I might start to feel that I might soon start feeling just a malenky bit better.

I was cured alright.

I was starting to come to grips with the fact that I had created a lot of pain and suffering around me, not just within me.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

There was an uncommon array of people in there [rehab] with me, and I became friends with all of them. You recognize the possibility of your own demise in the lives of these other people. You're doing the same thing they are, but you can't see it in yourself. However, you start seeing all of these tragedies and potential miracles in other people. It's a real eye- and heart-opening situation.

I was withering away, mentally, spiritually, physically, creatively- everything was fading out.

Moreland used to say love was like sea-sickness. For a time everything round you heaved about and you felt you were going to die – then you staggered down the gangway to dry land, and a minute or two later could hardly remember what you had suffered, why you had been feeling so ghastly.

Wounds sometimes must be opened in order that they may be healed.

My dear, the least said the soonest mended," said Mrs. French.

There are hearts and bodies so organized, that in them severe wounds are incurable, whereas in others no injury seems to be fatal.

The pain is still within me, but it has been a source of regeneration for me. And this is a crucial point in my work: the problem is not that one has pain, but what you do with it.

Everything is going badly because at this moment the morbid conscience has an essential interest in not recovering from its own sickness.

regeneration of the entire social body.

It [treating trauma] may even cause you to reconsider some of your previous views of the world and to revise your sociopolitical perspectives.

By helping to heal my own heart, you mean?" Avi asked. "Yes." "You're right," he agreed. "Even if the letter didn't reach Hamish, it reached me. That's true. It was for me an outward expression of an inward recovery of friendship. Hamish may not have received it, but in writing it I finally received him and began to receive others like him.

I carried a heart at war—a heart at war with others, myself, and the world. I had been using my stuttering as a weapon in that war and had gotten myself into a place where I was seeing and feeling crookedly and self-justifyingly. That was my problem.

Lasting solutions to the battles in our workplaces, homes, and battlefields will come only as we end the war in our souls.

I cried only once during the twenty-one-hour flight. I was looking out the window at the moon and thinking of the last long trip I took across the sky, and of the person who went with me and didn't come back. For a while, it was as poisonous and wrenching as it had been since the day it happened, as intolerable: a crime against nature. Then the grief went back to sleep in my body. And it was again nature herself. Nature. Mother Nature. She is free to do whatever she chooses.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work.

GRIEF IS A WORLD you walk through skinned, unshelled.

Writing was the solution to every problem.

You must feel all the feelings so you can heal all the healings.