Quotes About Healing

I just remembered what made me think of all this. I'm going to write it down because maybe if I do I won't have to think about it. And I won't get upset.

She was a very unhappy person most of her life. She went to hospitals all the time. All kinds of hospitals. Finally, she went to a hospital that helped her figure things out enough to try and make things normal, so she moved in with my family.

I know that I brought this all on myself. I know that I deserve this. I'd do anything not to be this way. I'd do anything to make it up to everyone. And to not have to see a psychiatrist, who explains to me about being 'passive aggressive'. And to not have to take the medicine he gives me, which is too expensive for my dad. And to not have to talk about bad memories with him. Or be nostalgic about bad things.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that's what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big. a

Grief will always accept the invitation to appear. It's got plenty of time for you.

I look for those with hidden wings, and for scars that those who once had wings can't hide.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will always hurt me. Bones mend and become actually stronger in the very place they were broken and where they have knitted up; mental wounds can grind and ooze for decades and be re-opened by the quietest whisper.

his healing skills] ..lay in the ability to comfort, to comfort in the proper sense, to make strong, to fortify

Blame, certainly, is a dish only edible when served fresh and warm. Old blames, grudges and scores congeal and curdle and cause the most terrible indigestion.

Have faith in what music can do.

It's soft at the end. Not just the pain, but the world.

Fifteen years ago I had an odd dream. In it, a medicinal plant that I was interested in, an Usnea lichen that is ubiquitous on trees throughout the world, told me that while it was good for healing human lungs it was primarily a medicine for the lungs of the planet, the trees. When I awoke, I was amazed. It had never occurred to me in quite that way that plants have some life and purpose outside their use to human beings.

Albert Hofmann once put it . . . All attempts today to make amends for the damage through environmentally protective measures must remain only hopeless, superficial patchwork, if no curing of the "Western entelechy neurosis" ensues. . . . Healing would mean existential experience of a deeper, self-encompassing reality.

Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.

There was a lot they didn't tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.

The tears that heal are also the tears that scald and scourge.

And now, all these years later, it seemed to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended.

May be she'll learn something about what death really is, which is where the pain stops and the good memories begin. Not the end of life but the end of pain.

Time heals all wounds.

If you can't let go of the past, the mistakes you've made will eat you alive.

Love leaves scars.

Beating heroin is child's play compared to beating your childhood.

The family exists for many reasons, but its most basic function may be to draw together after a member dies.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief's sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.