Quotes About Healing

Withholding love is a bit like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.

Remember, sometimes pain can't be avoided, but many times suffering can. Take

We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And this is the shittiest thing ever. "Are

After the age of about . . . what, sixteen? We're all damaged. Every single beautiful, stupid, precious one of us. Damaged, damaged, damaged." When

Sad things happen. They do. But we don't need to live sad forever.

She did bring home books from the library, in armloads, replenishing them every two or three days. She read avidly, indiscriminately, using them as an antidote for the pain in her heart. But they didn't help much. There was no one to talk them over with.

Once again, her parents' problems had run through her life like a piece of heavy equipment, smashing everything in their way.

I'll go to Venice and drown my sorrows.

Therapy, she said. It works. I've tried it. They always end up crying. I think I've helped them have some real breakthrough moments.

Hello, Alice, Stevie said. It'd okay. It's over.

Department of Pain and the Processing Thereof

Never get stabbed- it makes everything awkward.

Feeling quiet and empty, he told himself that he would be all right tomorrow. He would forgive himself the weakness of this night, it was like the tears one is permitted at a funeral, and then one learns how to live with an open wound or with a crippled factory.

THOSE WHO ARE CLOSE TO US, when they die, divide our world.

If poverty is a disease that infects an entire community in the form of unemployment and violence, failing schools and broken homes, then we can't just treat those symptoms in isolation. We have to heal that entire community. And we have to focus on what actually works

Behind me, Billie was on her last song. I picked up the refrain, humming a few bars. Her voice sounded different to me now. Beneath the layers of hurt, beneath the ragged laughter, I heard a willingness to endure. Endure—and make music that wasn't there before.

At a time when our discourse has become so sharply polarized, at a time when we are far too eager to lay the blame for all that ails the world at the feet of those who think differently than we do, it's important for us to pause for a moment and make sure that we are talking with each other in a way that heals, not a way that wounds.

Still, in the aggregate, at least, I wanted somehow to save them—send them to school, give them a trade, drain them of the hate that had been filling their heads.

When my tears were finally spent, I felt a calmness wash over me. I felt the circle finally close.

I had called my most recent ex-husband.

Nobody ever tells you the truth about loss. You don't only lose someone you love, you lose a part of yourself as well. Your heart. Your humanity.

once I gave up the hunt for villains, I had little recourse but to take responsibility for my choices ...Needless to say, this is far less satisfying that nailing villains. It also turned out to be more healing in the end.

She wanted to go back, to clean it all up, to rewrite her story without all the dark parts, to unknow the things she knew, to unsee the things she'd seen, to live without her memories, her shame, her regret. And maybe that was a kind of atonement, after all. But none of those things were possible.

I believe tears are holy, because they show us that the ice of our heart is melting.