Quotes About Healing

He says not to list the patients we save but the ones we don't kill.

There is a sore spot in the heart of Truth, and no balm can ever heal it.

the ones who get to the idea that resisting what is so is actually causing them greater emotional suffering than the illness itself. Accepting what was going on allowed them to flow with the new demands of their bodies in a much more empowered way.

Finding a calm place inside myself through meditation kind of helped me to get over a lot of mental illness ... it's just been a really great thing in my life.

you needn't be so busy fighting and punishing yourself.

The emotional health of a village depended upon having a man whom everyone loved to hate, and Heaven had blessed us with two of them.

Remember on this one thing, said Badger. The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other's memories. This is how people care for themselves.

This is why I forgive, but I don't forget. When you forget someone, the forgiveness doesn't mean anything anymore.

Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

If you don't feel anything, you can't be hurt.

I'm still not ready to believe time heals wounds, but I think maybe something else does. We heal wounds. Not time. Us.

Dr. Kennedy talked me out of killing myself--for now--without saying a single words or even knowing what was going on. Which, I've decided, is the mark of a totally kick-ass therapist.

I have to stop getting shot

She strokes my cheek. "Don't hate yourself, sweetheart. It gets you nothing. It gets you nowhere.

People have been telling me that "time heals all wounds" my entire life. I never really believed them—scabs and scars form, I figured, but I didn't imagine that the wounds themselves ever truly healed. They just lurk beneath the new surface, as raw and as sensitive as the day they were made. They're just not visible any longer. They're just not exposed. I'm still not ready to believe time heals wounds, but I think maybe something else does. We heal wounds. Not time. Us.

No one else needs to feel bad about what happened. Only one person.

No one else needs to feel bad about what happened. Only one person. I wish there were a way to assuage him, a way to tell him, "It's all right. You don't have to step around the rusty nails and broken glass of my past. Don't beat yourself up." But the only way to do that would be to acknowledge it in the first place, to say it happened, and I can't do that. When I try to talk about it, everything goes haywire.

Most of us just go on, the walking wounded, dealing with our lives.

She listened to me and didn't try to fix things. She was open and kind, and when she raised her eyebrows, I thought my heart would stop beating in my chest....I treated her like a remedy, not a person.

Those confiding their pain cannot know at the outset how much they will be required to relive it.

Grief works its own perversions and betrayals; the shape of what we have lost is as subject to corruption as the mortal body...

It's not about love. Of course I love the little shit. But he knows too much about me that no one else on the planet knows, and when he's around I have no choice but to think about everything I hate about myself and my past. He's a gangrenous leg attached to my psyche, and I need to hack him off before he infects my whole fucking soul.

Many of us spend our whole lives running from feeling with the mistaken belief that you cannot bear the pain. But you have already borne the pain. What you have not done is feel all you are beyond the pain.

We never get to love by hate, least of all by self-hatred.