Quotes About Healing

How about this—let's not let our past determine whether God loves us or not. He does. And we'll never get it right without him.

Suffering can either destroy you or it can save you. Because without suffering, we don't need more; we have enough. But when we suffer, we can't help but reach out.

Please don't let the unhappiness you knew in the past keep you from accepting happiness now.

I don't know very many people who can piece together eloquent prayers when their souls are wounded. Words don't come at those times, but tears do. I have always thought of my tears as prayers.

When someone apologizes, it's amazing how much fresh air enters the room.

The ideal or the dream would be to arrive at a language that heals as much as it separates.

To make peace is to forget. To reconcile, it is necessary that memory be faulty and limited.

el arte es útil, medicinalmente útil, en cuanto suscita y purga emociones peligrosas.

How easily a parent's motive could be misconstrued by an injured child.

Sadness is thick, like a heavy fog that clouds your vision so you can't see any of the good things around you. But grief is something else. It's not fog, it's a storm. It rages inside you, tearing at your organs, pulling at your heart, lungs, skin, until they feel like they are going to rip wide open, exposing the most delicate parts of you, leaving them bloody and raw.

A fresh eddy of sadness washed over Natalie, and she shuddered with emotional pain. When would the tears stop? When would the pain subside? It wasn't like a headache or illness that could be cured by swallowing a pill. No, this ache of missing and regret felt like a constant, incurable condition.

That's how it is with infants. The minute the pain's gone, so are the tears. If more people would do that, the world would be a happier place.

Fear and love were sometimes the same thing both necessary unavoidable. Now she understood that it was okay to bleed if you know how to heal.

During the post-breakdown period, she read books the way an addict swallowed pills. She devoured stories one after the other, trying not to let reality intrude too deeply.

The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea. —Isak Dinesen

Blythe's favorite shelf near the coffee area. She'd labeled it W.O.W. (WORDS OF WISDOM) and it was stocked with her perennial favorites with bookmarked passages. Natalie used to love browsing that shelf. A book would never betray you or change its mind or make you feel stupid. She took down The Once and Future King and found a marked passage: The best thing for being sad, replied Merlyn, beginning to puff and blow, is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails.

This wasn't about him and his grief. It was about figuring out what was best for Derek's kids. If he started letting himself feel his loss in the depths of his soul, he might get sucked so far down into a dark hole that he'd never find his way out. And that would make him useless to these children.

For the survivors

Grace was trying to make peace with the fact that it was not her job to absorb every single bump and bruise for her loved ones. Surviving something terrible was a personal journey, and doing the work on one's own was the surest path to healing.

She'd always thought a broken heart would heal with time. Now she knew the hurt only went deeper with each passing day.

Gran was gone. She had passed quietly one night in springtime, and Annie's world shifted on its axis. The pain of this grief was like nothing she had ever felt before.

Although it seemed impossible to find joy in the depths of her grief, Annie sensed that this was what Gran had been trying to tell her all along. She finally understood. This hurt she felt was the price of loving with her whole heart. But having Gran in her life had been worth every moment of pain.

a broken heart doesn't care how the love got lost.

Forgiveness was such a simple thing, she thought, once you surrendered to it.