Quotes About Healing

Forgiving him was like balm on an old hurt place, and it felt sweeter than his apology. Sweeter even than the moment I'd said all the things I'd held in my mouth for twenty angry years. Forgiving him felt like relief.

The wold was full of us, the leftovers and the leavers, the bereaved and the broken.

No one walks around holding their ugliest sin in the palm of their hand, staring at it. Our hurts are heavy, and we let them sink. Every day they drift lower, settling in murky places where the light can't reach.

All of us, every innocent babe born on this planet, gets broken eventually.

Since my child is choosing not to spend time with me, it is healthy for me to think about how I want to spend my time without him or her in my life. Putting my child out of my mind is useful for my happiness and serenity. When I punish myself for the past, I perpetuate the myth that I deserve to suffer. I have suffered enough and as of today I choose to feel good about myself as a parent and as a person.

There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. Aeschylus

While many say that finding compassion for those who hurt them is one of the hardest things they've ever done, others discover that it's freeing in ways they hadn't imagined. It binds them to a common humanity where we are all in some measure flawed, torn, and hurt. And dying for understanding.

He ended up shuttered in his house, with no friends, doing drugs alone for days on end and wondering whether he should kill himself just as his father had. "My life was total hell," he says. Finally he went to a therapist, who suggested he go to Alcoholics Anonymous. He attended a meeting and started sobbing. Someone gave him a hug and told him he wasn't alone. "That's when life really began for me," he says. He says he's been sober ever since.

dentist is only half the doctor he claims to be. That he's also half mortician is the secret he keeps to himself. The ailing bits he tries to turn healthy again. The dead bits he just tries to make presentable. He bores a hole, clears the rot, fills the pit, and seals the hatch. He yanks the teeth, pours the mold, fits the fakes, and paints to match. Open cavities are the eye stones of skulls, and lone molars stand erect as tombstones.

This ending of this love, while short, is like a paper cut. You get so caught up in the story that you are uncovering that you fail to see the edge begin to bite. It cuts deep and it stings no better than the last time but in a week or two, you will forget that it even happened;

Fear can make it hard to forgive, and to trust other people.

Forgiveness is not about letting someone off the hook. It's about freeing yourself from the pain and anger of the past.

She rested her head on Esther's shoulder and let the fuzzy warmth of her hug flow through her. It was the kind of warmth that clicked your bones back into place, smoothed out your muscles and made your blood sing a soft lullaby all the way around your body.

We are all here to serve each other. At some point we have to understand that we do not need to carry a story that is unbearable. We can observe the story, which is mental; feel the story, which is physical; let the story go, which is emotional; then forgive the story, which is spiritual, after which we use the materials of it to build a house of knowledge.

Only for some of us, maybe forgiveness is more a journey than a moment in time. Me, I won't be getting there fast.

Don't deny the past. Remember everything. If you're bitter, be bitter. Cry it out! Scream! Denial is gangrene.

Silence was a thing entrusted to the animals, the girl thought. Many things that human words have harmed are restored again by the silence of animals

Of our hurts we make monuments of survival. If we survive.

Not only did I avoid speaking of Salinger I resisted thinking about him. I did not reread his letters to me. The experience had been too painful.

All those small injuries, sorrows, wounds, regrets—the hurtful words, the pain people inflicted on each other, intentionally or not, that seemed so important once. You might not even remember anymore what they were about, those things that once made you so angry, bitter, hurt. Or maybe you remembered, but did any of it matter, really? (Who said what? Who did what, when? Who hurt whom? Well, everybody had hurt everyone.)

Vermont, where they taught Reiki

There are some hurts that we experience that can be forgiven but we won't forget them.

God wants you to be delivered from what you have done and from what has been done to you - Both are equally important to Him.

Forgiveness is not a feeling - it's a decision we make because we want to do what's right before God. It's a quality decision that won't be easy and it may take time to get through the process, depending on the severity of the offense.