Quotes About Healing

I stared at the statue, feeling the fractured place in my heart.

I'll put it in a story." I don't know if that's what he wanted to ask me, but it's something everybody wants—for someone to see the hurt done to them and set it down like it matters.

She didn't say, Come on now, stop your crying, everything's going to be okay, which is the automatic thing people say when they want you to shut up. She said, "It hurts, I know it does. Let it out. Just let it out.

The echo of one of God's deepest truths: delight can emerge from and exist along with our scars.

Look at you child, look what he's done to you, she said. My knees had been tortured like this enough times in my life that I'd stopped thinking of it as out of the ordinary; it was just something you had to put up with from time to time, like the common cold. But suddenly the look on Rosaleen's face cut through all that. Look what he's done to you.

Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through

He'd cradled his grief almost to the point of loving it. For so long he'd refused to give it up, because leaving it behind was like leaving her.

But if you can speak it, if you can write it, if you can paint it, it is very healing.24

As I painted, deeply buried emotions boiled to the surface.

All shall be well," Yaltha had told me, and when I'd recoiled at how trite and superficial that sounded, she'd said, "I don't mean that life won't bring you tragedy. I only mean you will be well in spite of it. There's a place in you that is inviolate. You'll find your way there, when you need to. And you'll know then what I speak of.

I wanted it to suggest how important it is to take the broken, painful, and discarded fragments of our lives and piece them into something whole. There can be healing, and power, too, in giving expression to what's inside of us, in having our voices heard and our pain witnessed. As writer Isak Dinesen put it, "All sorrows can be borne if we put them in a story or tell a story about them.

Enough, child. You've grieved enough. I understand he has abandoned you, but must you abandon yourself?

Jesus's capacity for mercy baffled me. I didn't know if I could give up the wrongs my father had done, the way I hauled them around like an ossuary of precious old bones. Jesus made it seem as if one could just lay them down.

Forgiveness was so much harder than being remorseful. I couldn't imagine the terrible surrender it would take

I could make do with that misery and take my solace from the water.

Forming a critique is essential to the birth and development of a spiritual feminist consciousness. Until a woman is willing to set aside her unquestioned loyalty and look critically at the tradition and convention of her faith, her awakening will never fully emerge. The extent of her healing, autonomy, and power is related to the depth of the critique she is able to integrate into her life.

I began to envision myself differently, to experience The Feminine not as wounded, but as something beautiful, exuberant, wise and unspeakably valuable.

So it would happen to me and so it will happen to all who set out to knead their pain and wounds, their hopes and hungers, into bread. Waiting is the yeasting of the human soul.

I slept with grief and woke to it. It was always there, a black strap around my heart.

I understand he has abandoned you, but must you abandon yourself?

The most wounded thing in us always finds a way

It's always a marvel when one's pain doesn't settle into bitterness, but brings forth kindness instead.

There would be no grand absolution, only forgiveness meter out in these precious sips. I would well up from Hugh's heart in spoonfuls, and he would feed it to me. And it would be enough.

It's always a marvel when one's pain doesn't settle into bitterness, but brings forth kindness instead