Quotes About Healing

Was there to be some healing after all? Was healing possible when grave damage had been done? Was wholeness possible when one had been horribly maimed.

Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway, will do you the world of good. Secrets need an outlet if they are not to fester and become an unbearable burden.

We must, as we grow older and wiser, be able to allow all the pain to seep out of our bones and our souls so that we can start again.

Life so often becomes a determined, relentless avoidance of pain - of one's own, of other people's. But sometimes pain has to be acknowledged and even touched so that one can move into it and through it and past it. Or else be destroyed by it.

She wondered if she would have tumbled into love with him during the past week if her heart had been whole, if her soul had no been shattered long ago. She rather thought she might have. But a heart and soul could not be mended by the power of the will, she had discovered over seven years. And so she had accepted reality and moved on.

One should love from a position of wholeness. One should have a firm and rich sense of self no matter what. For there is always pain—it cannot be avoided in this life, more's the pity. But pain should not destroy the person who feels it.

Had he healed one wound only to open another?

war often wounds the soul as deeply as it does the body, sometimes more so.

Folk who were in grief came to my wife like birds to a light-house.

How many times already had I encountered the painful lesson that although we may wish for the barb to be pulled from our flesh, it leaves a welt that doesn't heal?

My tears simply broke through the fragile wall that had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.

Grief is a most peculiar thing; we're so helpless in the face of it.

I lived in that contented state a long while before I was finally able to look back and admit how desolate my life had once been. I'm sure I could never have told my story otherwise; I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

I don't think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Nadie es capaz de hablar honestamente de sus sufrimientos hasta que ha dejado de sentirlos.

Mi madre y mi padre habían muerto y yo no podía hacer nada para cambiarlo. Pero supongo que yo también había estado en cierto modo muerta aquel último año. Y mi hermana... pues sí, se había ido; pero yo no me había ido.

La pena es una cosa extraña; nos deja totalmente desamparados. Es como una ventana que se abriera sola; la habitación se queda fría y lo único que podemos hacer es tiritar. Pero cada vez se abre un poco menos, hasta que un día nos preguntamos qué habrá pasado con ella.

Though I must say, I lived in that contented state a long while before I was finally able to look back and admit how desolate my life had once been. I'm sure I could never have told my story otherwise; I don't

think any of us can speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it.

Kad treba preboljeti razo?arenje, nema ni?eg boljeg od rada.

Nadie es capaz de hablar honestamente de sus sufrimientos hasta que no ha dejado de sentirlos.

a private hell was something you lived with alone, even when someone else's casual questions nudged old, raw wounds within yourself.

Het is met je ziel als met je huid, hij wordt er van alle littekens niet mooier op, alleen dikker.

The cause of the party's defectiveness must be found. All our principles were right, but our results were wrong. This is a diseased century. We diagnosed the disease… but wherever we applied the healing knife a new sore appeared. Our will was hard and pure, we should have been loved by the people. But they hate us. Why are we so odious and detested?