Quotes About Healing

I wish I could comfort all who suffer from the heart. Will you let me be your friend, and will you come to me for comfort if you need it?

I suppose a cry does us all good at times—clears the air as other rain does.

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. IT has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Quando sei triste hai bisogno di sentire il tuo dolore fatto musica

Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide.

Stavolta lessi il titolo del quadro: Ragazza interrotta mentre suona. Interrotta mentre suona: com'era stata la mia vita, interrotta nella musica dei miei diciassette anni, com'era stata la sua vita, strappata e fissata su tela: un momento reso immobile, per tutti gli altri momenti, qualsiasi cosa fossero o avrebbero potuto essere. Quale vita può guarirne?

Il tessuto della cicatrice non ha carattere. Non è come la pelle. Non rivela età, malattia, pallore, o colorito. Non ha pori, né peli, né rughe. È come una fodera. Protegge e maschera quello che c'è sotto. Per questo ce lo facciamo crescere; abbiamo qualcosa da nascondere.

This was what was wonderful, standing alone in the big, soft night rewriting the past to make myself miss what had never been. Now that it was over, I could turn the past into anything I wanted. I could revise the empty space inside me so that it had a better shape: the outline of a happy childhood.

Sana son zamanlarda ne diyordum an?ms?yor musun? Akmayan gözyaÅŸlar? kalpte birikirler, zamanla kabuk tutarlar ve kirecin çama??r makinesini t?kamas? gibi kalbi t?kay?p felç ederler.

Tužne uspomene dugo drijemaju u jednom od bezbrojnih šupljina sje?anja, godinama, desetlje?ima, ?itavog života. Zatim jednog lijepog dana isko?e na površinu, bol koja ih prati iznova je prisutna, snažna i oštra kao onog davnog dana.

Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself.

Every human being has potentials for healing. The healing energy is flowing without any interruption in every human heart. By the right use of the dynamic will, these channels of healing energy can be directed to the suffering part of the body and mind. The healing energy can nourish and strengthen the sufferer. The key to healing is selflessness, love, dynamic will, and undivided devotion to the Lord within.

There are three levels of healing: physical, mental, and spiritual. Man is a citizen of these three levels. One who has spiritual power can heal others on all levels, but if he tries to make healing his profession, his mind and will-force will again start running toward worldly grooves. A dissipated and worldly mind is not fit enough to heal anyone.

The dead have a long reach. And they can be patient. They wait till you are ready, and then they seep back into your heart and crack it open.

All losses are sad. The end of an important relationship is also a death. When people fall out of love with each other, or when what seemed like a solid friendship falls into ruin, the hope for a shared future--a hope that provided a context and a purpose to life--is gone. [p. 149]

I want to feel deeply, and whenever I am brokenhearted I emerge more compassionate. I think I allow myself to be brokenhearted more easily, knowing I won't be irrevocably shattered [p. 59]

Our cells react in very real, literal ways to the memories from this life and previous ones that our spirit minds infuse them with, whether our conscious minds are aware of those memories or not. And so by accessing those cell memories, we can rid ourselves of long-buried illness, phobias, pain, and trauma, and also re-create the greatest emotional and physical health our spirits have ever enjoyed.

promised to make a nightly habit, for one month, of praying that any pain and negativity she'd brought over from past lives be released from her cell memory and her spirit mind into the white light of the Holy Spirit, so that she could truly appreciate all she had to give and receive in this life.

I want there to be happily-ever-afters for the fucked-up crowd.

There's nothing like a little Gideon therapy to make things look up.

One day at a time. You rise, you eat, you bathe, and you talk to the few people you can tolerate while feeling so wretched. Over time, it hurts a little less. Then a little less. And so on...Until one morning, you will awake and realize the pain is only a memory. It will always be with you, but it will eventually lack the power to cripple you.

Sabía cómo se sentía: aquellas náuseas en su estómago que se extendían como el cáncer, la rabia, la impotencia y la necesidad de acurrucarse en privado y buscar la fuerza para volver a meter los recuerdos en aquel agujero profundo y oscuro donde seguían viviendo.

Ya lo has hecho. —Le agarré la mano—. Me has dado todo lo que ella me quitó. No permitas que vuelva a quitármelo.

Everyone comes into a relationship with baggage. How do you make it work when the baggage you're bringing with you was given to you by the person you're hoping to have a relationship with?