Quotes About Healing

the pedagogy of pain. I am pathetically grateful to the doctors for righting the wrong they had done.

For in the sequel to Gilead (which is really a prequel), later-life lovers must contend with the aftershocks of trauma. Love that arrives late can come after great pain, as Shakespeare knew. Yet that pain may not arrest or numb but burn or blister a later-life lover, making her wince at the touch of the hand she wants to hold. Our

I was forced to live through it all, every minute and then every day thereafter...

It's fine. I hardly think about it now. It's long gone. Yet there is sometimes the shadow of a shadow, and when that happens I wonder if it could come back. And I don't know, because I don't know what caused it in the first place. My ohysche was turned inside out and shaken, but they never got to the bottom of why.

I've now reached the point where I don't hate anyone. Hatred makes things worse. Hatred stops one coming to terms with all the horror and grief. And one must come to terms with it. Somehow.

No demon can withstand the power of Christ," said my father, repeating the words he had used long ago, and what he meant was that no dissociated mind can withstand the integrating power of the Living God whose spark lies deep in the core of the unconscious mind and who can not only heal the shattered ego but unify the entire personality.

Sin/ alienation is psychological disease which if unhealed can lead to the living hell of lost hopes and blighted lives.

The sad part was that everything I said was true but I was going about the healing in entirely the wrong way. As I was to be taught later, you can't heal the sick by force-feeding them with ideas they're not ready to accept; you can't cure people by the simple imposition of your will. It's the power of the Holy Spirit that heals, not the power of a would-be wonder-worker trying to play God.

If you are alive and conscious, you are probably codependent.

Grief manifests differently in different people. We all get through things in our own time.

He supposed that was the problem. That he'd gotten over loving Katie, but he'd never recovered from losing their friendship.

I'm putting on my own oxygen mask," she whispered, doing her best not to give in to the need to throw up. "I'm saving myself. I'm allowed to do that. It's going to be okay.

Part of getting better was learning how to let go. It had taken her a while but she'd finally figured out that when she stopped trying to control the world, she had a whole lot less anxiety.

Six months of therapy three years ago had left her more confused than ever.

Forgiveness is a gift given by those with a full heart.

Your mother can't hurt me. I have Fletcher and my girls and you. My life is perfect. Any cruelty she speaks comes from a place of pain and while sad, isn't my responsibility.

She was very aware of the fact that her first act on the road to healing had been to devastate someone she loved. The shit road of being a drunk never went away.

pound mutt that doesn't belong in a hospital." "Oh." Mrs. Riley's eyes filled with tears. "We had a dog. A small Yorkie. She died a few months ago. I know Kalinda misses her terribly. I remember reading something about hospitals using therapy dogs. Do you think that would help?" She was a mother who loved her

healing, like life, was a journey, not a destination, then she would keep moving forward. And one day, she would realize the hole in her heart had filled in just enough to be survivable.

Grief is natural, but when left alone it grows into something bigger. Something that steals hope. You shut down and no one gets in. The walls get bigger.

From the outside, it wasn't much. But to her it was everything she needed. A place to retreat and lick her wounds. Somewhere she didn't have to pretend. Sanctuary.

Love heals. Love makes us better than we ever thought we could be. Loving someone, the act of loving, is a generous gift. True love is our greatest calling. Not just romantic love, but all love.

Jesus wanted to show mercy to every single person He met. He wanted to sweep them up and embrace them with His love. But because of His eternal plans for goodness, He can't always do that. I don't know why, but i believe He has a greater good than healing our temporary pain.

I can suffer alone, or I can hold on to God in my pain. I can be meek and trust Him to make something good out of it. Only Jesus can heal the wounds, only Jesus can fill up those dark places with light, with understanding. Only He can quench our thirst for hope.