Quotes About Healing

I love crying. I pick movies to go see with the intention of crying.

This is not what anyone wants to hear, just like somebody who wants to lose weight doesn't want to hear 'diet and exercise,' but I think giving yourself time and abstaining from interaction is the only way to get over somebody.

I'm interested in damaged people because we've all been roughed up in one way or another.

I've really been working on the emotional and internal issues that made me eat in the first place. It's been a real journey.

This was an act of love, pure and simple. And by taking her so slowly and gently, Merrick was wiping away all the earlier, bad memories she had of this act. Wiping them away and replacing them with beautiful memories, feelings of love and trust instead of hurt and terror and betrayal. There was no room for bad emotions here--there was only the bliss of being one with her man and it was the best feeling Elise had ever known.

Sylvan was past any help but that of the Mother of All Life…or Sophia. The human female he carried so tenderly in his arms held the key to healing his heart…or destroying it forever. Baird only hoped she would be gentle. *

Abuse isn't just physical or…or sexual, you know." I felt my throat getting tight but I refused to let my pain show on my face. "There is such a thing as mental and emotional abuse too.

Wouldn't it be incredible if everyone could be purged, somehow, of the projected not-them badness that they internalized and perhaps have acted out because their souls have been so damaged? Wouldn't it be incredible if everyone could find the joy that comes with committing to our own goodness? Perhaps we would stop dividing ourselves into malignancies of various forms.

Poor women suffer terrible sexual violence that goes unreported. Because of their social class, these women do not have access to therapy or other methods of healing. Their repeated abuse ultimately eats away at their self-esteem, driving them to drugs, prostitution, AIDS, and in many cases, death.

As pessoas pensam que, depois de ser estuprada, você é só uma vítima', diz Mukunilwa. '[...] a vida continua depois do estupro. O estupro não é o fim. Não é uma identidade imutável.

Dance has a transformative effect on bodily trauma.

to be present in our vaginas, to speak of them out loud, to speak of their hunger and pain and loneliness and humor, to make them visible so they cannot be ravaged in the dark without great consequence, so that our center, our point, our motor, our dream, is no longer detached, mutilated, numb, broken, invisible, or ashamed.

Wouldn't it be incredible if everyone could be purged, somehow, of the projected not-them badness that they internalized and perhaps have acted out because their souls have been so damaged?

Wouldn't it be incredible if everyone could find the joy that comes with committing to our own goodness? Perhaps we would stop dividing ourselves into malignancies of various forms." SCAN

Precisamos que as pessoas tentem imaginar de verdade – de uma vez por todas – como é ter seu corpo invadido, sua mente despedaçada, sua alma estilhaçada.

Make it new. Take me to the core of holy destruction and death and let me survive your excruciating heat. Let me throw what isn't useful into your flame. Dissolve it there and make me new, make me whole.

Feeling and talking through the pain--the humiliation of being an unloved child, the anger toward the cold mother, the anxiety of turning into her, the fear of maternal retribution for hating her--became the healing salve. Where therapy was successful, these women came to understand that their mothers, who were unfortunate, inadequate, insecure people, did not have the power to hurt them anymore. If their mothers continued to act destructively, they could walk away from them.

that "henceforth the heat of having shall never scorch him more.

It was very hard for all of us. It's still very hard. The anniversary of his death just passed, and every single one of his friends, still, after all these years... it's unbelievable.

I have detested you long enough. I come to you now as a grown child

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.

the mind can also be kind and does blot out those episodes of our existence that we can't erase in our consciousness.

A menudo doy el ejemplo de un niño enfermo, con fiebre, con dolor. Gime, su madre acude a su lado y le coge la mano. Lo ama. El sufrimiento del niño no desaparece, pero se transforma; le duele, pero se siente amado, apoyado. Su espacio se abre a algo que no es la enfermedad, sino algo más fuerte que esa enfermedad. La enfermedad naturalmente persiste, pero al mismo tiempo es otra. Ahora se siente seguro.