Quotes About Healing

A single slim trunk Branches that bow in a storm Green, leathery leaves with a soft centre Glittering against blue sky White bark scarred, bleeding Heart wide-open Bandaged, but upright she stands... (225)

I've spent all the years since full of guilt and misery, even though I didn't remember it. I've let it run my thoughts, my plans, my whole life. But the experience doesn't own me. I own it. What I do with it is up to me, just like what Molly does with her death magic is up to her.

There is no going back. There is no revival of our humans. There is no erasure of our horrors. No healing except of time and she is a vengeful mistress, leaving scars that are forever. But there also is no proof of foreknowledge, only of twenty-twenty hindsight. You guessed. You did not know. Knowing is only for God.

After a time, old pain became like a living being, with breath and self-determination.

And Hillary found herself doing something she'd told herself she would never, ever do again. She went, and let herself be held in a man's arms and was comforted.

We're the therapists pumping through your speakers delivering just what you need.

You can never forget the past unless you face up to it

A heart can be broken, but it will keep beating just the same.

You know, a heart can be broken, but it keeps on beating, just the same.

You know, a heart can be broken, but it still keeps a-beating just the same.

Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.

As people began to congregate around the door, Tiana made her way to the closest window. She gasped at the sight on the other side of the glass. The fog had thinned, but only in the area surrounding their house, and flower petals rained from the sky. They collected on the ground like a colorful snowfall. Tiana closed her eyes, a gentle smile touching her lips. She was at peace, because her daddy was now at peace.

Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad.

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it there in my hand, full of honey and wounds. The thoughts that nested in your folds, where are they now?...

Porque tú crees que el tiempo cura y que las paredes tapan, y no es verdad, no es verdad. ¡Cuando las cosas llegan a los centros, no hay quien las arranque!

Tacere e struggersi è il castigo più grande che ci possiamo infliggere. A che è servito a me l'orgoglio e non guardarti e farti stare sveglia notte dopo notte? A niente! È servito a buttarmi il fuoco addosso! Perché tu credi che il tempo guarisca e che i muri proteggano, e non è vero, non è vero. Quando le cose arrivano tanto in fondo, non c'è modo di sradicarle!

Like a snake, my heart has shed its skin. I hold it here in my hand, full of honey and wounds. - New Heart

Death laid its eggs in the wound

To choose to be alone is to bait the trap, to create a space the demons cannot resist entering. And that's the good news; the demons that enter can be named, written about, and tamed through the miracle of the healing word, the miracle of art, the miracle of silence.

The suffering at such times [of bereavement] can be great, I know. But it is somehow comforting to learn, even through suffering, how large and powerful love is.

ya verás como nos echan en cara a las víctimas que nos negamos a mirar hacia el futuro. Dirán que buscamos venganza. Algunos ya han empezado a decirlo.

Ella, su madre, su hermano, los tres se habían convertido en satélites de un hombre asesinado. Lo quisieran o no, sus respectivas vidas llevaban largos años rotando alrededor de aquel crimen, de aquel foco incesante de, ¿de qué?, joder, pues de pena, de dolor, y esto se tiene que acabar y yo no sé cómo.

Adev?rata for?? ÅŸi putere, Sempronio, nu stau în a face r?u cuiva ÅŸi nici în a-l p?gubi, ci dimpotriv?, în a-i fi de folos ÅŸi a-i vindeca r?nile, dar, mai ales, în a nutri gânduri curate

Viendo las cosas con la objetividad que da el tiempo, no andaban tan errados mis doctores ni tan mala era su fórmula. Al que está en guerra consigo mismo hay que aflojarle el yo obstinado. ¿Cómo? Muy simple. Puesto que el yo no es otra cosa que recuerdos, borrándole el recuerdo. Así la cinta queda lista para grabar de nuevo.