Quotes About Healing

It's okay to talk about it. Death is so normal, I don't know why everyone gets so hung up about it. We all have to deal with it. Most people that you talk to have lost someone, but nobody talks about it.

Il tempo passa, è nella sua natura, e seppure dobbiamo portare con noi le ferite e il dolore, mi mostrava una volta in più che il nostro compito è andare avanti.

Love is like a virus, easy to get infected and difficult to clean up

Writing, it was like a heavenly balm, it was like the flowing out of deep waters, it was like the lifting of a load from the spirit; it brought with it a sense of relief, of assuagement.

If every one of us will work, strenuously and continuously, until each has purged his heart of every trace of resentment against every person, who has, he thinks, injured him, we shall then find, perhaps to our surprise, that Peace is reigning over the whole world.2

he didn't have to carry his pain alone, that the entire town wanted to help. This was a beautiful, comfortable, warm place for him to heal—for Wes to see that life could once more be filled with grace, with beauty. With love.

It was an epitaph in an Irish cemetery and it just seems to fit perfectly. It says, 'Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal. Love leaves sweet memories impossible to steal.

HOSPITAL SLEEP WAS THE WORST.

The mantra of her parents seemed to echo in her head, almost as if they were both talking to her like the angels Olivia had imagined. If they were here, they would have told her the only way to survive heartache and pain this intense was to throw herself into doing something nice for someone else.

The first time he'd held her hand, it felt so good that it crowded out all the bad things. It felt better than anything had ever hurt.

And—I don't know—I guess words can't kill you, but I'm afraid that they can. I'm afraid one day someone will say something that destroys me.

to therapists who made you write letters telling your parents you forgave them even though they'd wasted the most potentially wondrous years of their lives running after you like a pair of underpaid waiters at that same hotel buffet you didn't even know

Heal the world, one broken heart at a time.

When someone you love dies, you get a big bowl of sadness put down in front of you, steaming hot. You can start eating now, or you can let it cool and eat it bit by bit later one. Either way, you end up eating the whole thing. There's really no way around it.

As regards illness, we should follow the advice of competent physicians, and desire to get well so we can serve God, but not refuse to remain ill if that would serve Him better. In the meantime, while we are sick and the outcome is not known, we can very meaningfully offer our suffering in union with the suffering of Jesus for the salvation of the world.

As John of the Cross points out with devastating accuracy and precision, the disorders in our heart, unless they are healed and purified by the action of the one true God, will leave us enslaved to our passions and unable to think clearly, decide wisely, and live in a way worthy of our dignity as bearers of the image of God.

Much has to change in us in order to make us capable of deep union with God. The wounds of both original sin and our personal sins are deep and need to be healed and transformed in a process that has its necessarily painful moments. The pain of purification is called by John of the Cross the "dark night." It is important not to be surprised by the painful moments of our transformation but to know that they're a necessary and blessed part of the whole process.

Society is a hospital of incurables

Sorrow makes us all children again.

There is no calamity that right words will not begin to redress.

All my hurts my garden spade can heal

Sorrow makes us children again.

Some of your hurts you have cured, And the sharpest you still have survived, But what torments of grief you endured From the evil which never arrived.

I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms, could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.