Quotes About Healing

Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You.

Love's the only house big enough for all the pain in the world.

Only love can save me and love has destroyed me.

A heart filled with anger has no room for love.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

What's important is that children have an opportunity to bond with the natural world, to learn to love it and feel comfortable in it, before being asked to heal its wounds.

Praise is the mode of love which always has some element of joy in it.

We have to consciously study how to be tender with each other until it becomes a habit because what was native has been stolen from us, the love of Black women for each other.

To allow myself to be loved by God in my deepest brokenness is to experience a love that defies human comprehension.

Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you.

Love heals all wounds and not just time alone.

There's no way around grief and loss: you can dodge all you want, but sooner or later you just have to go into it, through it, and, hopefully, come out the other side. The world you find there will never be the same as the world you left.

They're powerful, those songs. At times they've been my only way back, the only door out of the dark, bad places the black dog calls home.

You grow up a bit damaged or broken then you have some success but you don't know how to feel good about the work you're doing or the life you're leading.

This pain is comfort. It is the solace of physicality, like a touch.

noch will das alte unsre Herzen quälen noch drückt uns böser Tage schwere Last, ach Herr, gib unsren aufgeschreckten Seelen das Heil, für das Du uns geschaffen hast.

I let him know a hurt had been mended in a way that he couldn't have known, and for that alone there would always be a piece of me indebted to him.

I am conscious that knowing me has caused you pain, and grief, and I hope that one day when you are less angry with me and less upset you will see not just that I could only have done the thing that I did, but also that this will help you live a really good life, a better life, than if you hadn't met me.

Losing him was like having a hole shot straight through me, a painful, constant reminder, an absence I could never fill.

No journey out of grief was straightforward. There would be good days and bad days.

I think people get bored of grief," said Natasha. "It's like you're allowed some unspoken allotted time—six months maybe—and then they get faintly irritated that you're not 'better,' like you're being self-indulgent hanging on to your unhappiness.

moving on means we have to protect ourselves.

none of us move on without a backward look. We move on always carrying with us those we have lost. What we aim to do in our little group is ensure that carrying them is not a burden, something that feels impossible to bear, a weight keeping us stuck in the same place. We want their presence to feel like a gift.

She does not want to feel even the faintest temptation to call his mobile number, as she had done obsessively for the first year after his death so she could hear his voice on the answering service. Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.