Quotes About Healing

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: "I'll go take a hot bath.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

De parc? dulcea?a vindec?rii era ceva ce se putea sorbi prin simpla apropiere.

Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?

Det må være en god del ting et varmt bad ikke kurerer, men jeg vet ikke om mange av dem. Hver gang jeg føler meg trist fordi jeg skal dø, eller så nervøs at jeg ikke får sove, eller forelsket i noen jeg ikke kommer til å se på en uke, gir jeg etter til et visst punkt, og så sier jeg; Jeg går og tar et varmt bad.

Die Menschen bestanden in erster Linie aus Staub, und ich verstand nicht, warum es besser sein sollte, all diesen Staub zu verarzten, als Gedichte zu schreiben, an die sich die Leute erinnerten und die sie sich aufsagten, wenn sie unglücklich oder krank waren oder nicht schlafen konnten.

I want to be where no possessions remind me of the past and by the sea, which is for me the great healer.

I smile with equanimity and do not cherish grudges, as most of us adults do, letting them fester like a cancer. But I let my emotions run on the same forgiving and transient track.

Pensavo: dovrebbe esserci un rituale per nascere una seconda volta: rappezzata, rinchiusa e poi riconosciuta idonea a riprendere la via.

I decided to take a hot bath. There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

?udia sú totiž vytvorení zvä?ša z prachu a mne neÅ¡lo do hlavy, pre?o by lie?enie vÅ¡etkého toho prachu malo byÃ…Â¥ lepÅ¡ie ako písanie básní, ktoré si tí ?udia zapamätajú a v duchu si ich opakujú, ke? sú neÅ¡Å¥astní alebo chorí, alebo nemôžu spaÃ…Â¥.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Whenever I'm sad, I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: I'll go take a hot bath.

I knew you'd decide to me alright again

Rüya görüyoruz ve rüyalar?m iyileÅŸiyor

La furia blocca l'esofago e sparge veleno, ma appena mi metto a scrivere svanisce, scorre via sotto forma di caratteri: scrittura come terapia?

I am a wound walking out of hospital. I am a wound that they are letting go

My health is making stories, poems, novels, of experience: that is why, or, rather, that is why it is good, that I have suffered & been to hell, although not to all the hells. I cannot life for life itself: but for the words which stay the flux.

We get well first, then we work.

Unforgiveness denies the victim the possibility of parole and leaves them stuck in the prison of what was, incarcerating them in their trauma and relinquishing the chance to escape beyond the pain.

To be unforgiving is like to drink poison and wait for someone else to die!! Rev. TD Jakes (have I said how much I love ya!)

As we forge deeper into this issue of forgiveness, we must be prepared to open up and discuss things that bother us before they escalate to a crisis level. We must examine our struggles with forgiveness in which there are not overt offenses or blatant betrayals. I'm convinced that seeds of resentment take root in the silent frustrations that never get discussed. Other people cannot read our minds--or our palms!--and that is why we have tongues to speak.

My mother would take the Band-Aid off, clean the wound, and say, "Things that are covered don't heal well." Mother was right. Things that are covered do not heal well.

When you begin to realize that your past does not necessarily dictate the outcome of your future, then you can release the hurt. It is impossible to inhale new air until you exhale the old.

The wounded surgeon plies the steel That questions the distempered part; Beneath the bleeding hands we feel The sharp compassion of the healer's art Resolving the enigma of the fever chart. Our only health is the disease If we obey the dying nurse Whose constant care is not to please But remind of our, and Adam's curse, And that, to be restored, our sickness must grow worse. The whole earth is our hospital Endowed by the ruined millionaire