Quotes About Healing

But who knows how long a grief may last? Isn't it possible that, even thirty or forty years after the death of a child or a brother or a sister, one may half waken, thinking of that person with the same lost emptiness, that feeling of places which may never be filled... not even in death?

It's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

It was really amazing the number of hard hits from which a mind could recover.

Some tears have to be cried no matter what the hour- until they are, they simply rave and burn inside.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

Atonement was powerful; it was the lock on the door you closed against the past.

That's all history is, after all: scar tissue.

When there is love, scars are as pretty as dimples.

I had a friend who used to tell me that all the time," Holly said, and suddenly felt like crying. It was that phrase—I had a friend. Time had passed, and time probably did heal all wounds, but God, some of them healed so slowly. And the difference between I have and I had was such a gulf.

The two most beautiful words in any language are  : I forgive.

Sometimes God uses a broken tool.

She helped me find my heart when I thought my heart was gone.

The person healed has an obligation to then ask why— to meditate on God's will, and the extraordinary lengths to which God has gone to realize His will.

My old resentments were mostly gone, but not entirely. Fright and loss leave a residue.

Money was no cure for sorrow, Alec reflected, but it did allow one to grieve in relative comfort.

He began to limp home, because home was where you went when you were hurt and beaten.

Time had passed, and time probably did heal all wounds, but God, some of them healed so slowly. And the difference between I have and I had was such a gulf.

Some nightmares never completely ended.

Oddly, the burned hand didn't seem to hurt much anymore; it was only numb. It would have been better if there had been pain. Pain was at least real.

Writing's about getting up, getting well, and getting over. Getting happy, okay? Getting happy.

When it started not to hurt, it started not to matter.

The road to recovery led through the Land of Pain, that was all.

Hearts don't really break. If only they could.

There's no way you can prepare for a broken heart.