Quotes About Healing

Yeshua's way was to protect nothing and let go of all grievance, as

Whoever said that a straighten hand was more dramatic than a healed heart?

Then everybody wept, Or sat, too exhausted to weep, Or lay, too hurt to weep.

Day by day his sister grew Paler with the wound She could not see or touch or feel, as I dressed it Each day with her blue Breton jacket. - from Life After Death

Il y a des chagrins qui vous dévorent, qui vous écrasent, et on ne peut... Eh bien, on ne peut rien y faire

La verdad era que algunas cosas dolían demasiado. Y había algunas heridas que no cicatrizaban, ni siquiera en diez años.

on grief) And you do come out of it, that's true. After a year, after five. But you don't come out of it like a train coming out of a tunnel, bursting through the downs into sunshine and that swift, rattling descent to the Channel; you come out of it as a gull comes out of an oil-slick. You are tarred and feathered for life.

Real unhappiness is ugly and wounding and scarring to the soul.

When grief is becoming, it is also suspect.

For this is the Great Deed that our Lord shall do, in which Deed He shall save His word and He shall make all well that is not well. How it shall be done there is no creature beneath Christ that knoweth it, nor shall know it till it is done;

Es bonita la cicatriz —le dice el chico. El corazón le da un vuelco y se lleva la cabeza de muñeca al pecho. —¿Bonita? Es una cicatriz. —Es una señal de haber sobrevivido.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

Scars are good. Right, Helmud? It's the body's way of making armour.

The death of my child was the death of my own heart.

Total forgiveness was not going to be easy. This much I knew. It was going to take some effort, but it was better than the alternative, which would leave me hating my father and resenting him. I couldn't live like that.

sometimes when he touches me . i feel as though all my sins have been forgiven.

You can't live the rest of your days feeling bitter and spiteful," David continued. "It'll eat you up inside and keep you from enjoying the good things that will come your way later on. And there will be good things, I promise you that.

It was rather miraculous—how a trauma-free life could be so full of lightness and joy.

life is short and we can't waste precious time feeling hateful or carrying grudges.

It's no different from losing a loved one," he said. "You grieve, but then you have no choice but to go on living your life. You find a way to be happy again. It's not impossible. You just have to decide when you're ready to accept that they're gone.

They would have known that life has ups and downs, and we must go on, and even if the heart can't mend completely, there will be joy in other places, somewhere further down the road. I understood that now.

My relationship with my father was strained at best, and there were certain pivotal events that I preferred to forget altogether—events that involved my mother, which I don't really wish to go into now, but I will explain later, I promise.

that life is short and we can't waste precious time feeling hateful or carrying grudges.

you're going to tell me to stop crying and get over it.