Quotes About Healing

I went to see a shaman. He put his hands on me, and I cried like a baby for an hour.

I can't even remember how many times I tried to kill myself.

Being able to give someone a hug from the heart, it's healing. It's healing for yourself and healing for others, and we need a lot of that.

Forgiveness isn't just a blessing you deliver to another human being. Forgiveness is also a gift you give yourself.

Books change us. Books save us. I know this because it happened to me. Books saved me. So, I do believe through stories we can learn to change, we can learn to empathize and be more connected with the universe and with humanity.

The thing that nature needs the most from us humans is space. We need to distance ourselves for a while so that we can make amends for all the damage done, and let nature heal.

Humor is healing.

Humour is the be-all and end-all medicine of human existence.

Look at the American history of slavery. Can you say that hundreds of years later that has been eased? That pain has not yet been eased.

I am not okay. I will be okay, but right now I am not okay. I want my husband to put his arms around me, to console me, to baby me a little bit. Just for a second.

You think you know the answer, you're going to find peace? Like knowing is somehow going to fix you? You think after what happened there's any peace for you, sweetheart? How about this. Instead of asking yourself what happened, just accept that it happened.

I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me. She has never told me she loved me, and I never assumed she did. She tended to me. She administrated me.

My body was heading into a flare. I paced a bit, tried to remember how to breathe right, how to calm my skin. But it blared at me. Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.

She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.

My demons aren't remotely tackled, they're just mildly concussed.

Wouldn't it be so lovely to just forget about Nick, those awful five years, and move on?

Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.

I am not okay. I will be okay, but right now I am not okay. I want my husband to put his arms around me, to console me, to baby me a little bit. Just for a second. Inside

I paced a bit, tried to remember how to breathe right, how to calm my skin. But it blared at me. Sometimes my scars have a mind of their own.

A veces mis cicatrices tienen vida propia.

Uma criança criada com veneno considera dor um consolo.

The nurses gave us meds to alleviate our tingling skins. And more meds to soothe our burning brains. We were body searched twice weekly for any sharp objects, and sat in groups together purging ourselves, theoretically, of anger and self-hatred. We learned not to turn on ourselves. We learned to blame. After a month of good behaviour, we earned silky baths and massages. We were taught the goodness of touch.

S vremena na vreme treba ?ešati srce sebi s malo bola, da sva gamad sa njega spadne.

Grief is like a journey one must take on a winding mountainside, often seeing the same scenery many times, a road which eventually leads to somewhere we've never been before.