Quotes About Healing

We didn't know. We didn't want to know. We never asked. All we wanted to do, now that we were back in the world, was forget.

But hard bitten cynicism leaves one feeling peevish, and too much of it can do lasting damage to your heart.

Love is a bruise. The best way to let it heal is to stop touching it.

La risa ella sola ha cavado más túneles útiles que todas las lágrimas de la tierra.

Que la música salve por lo menos el resto de la noche, y cumpla a fondo una de sus peores misiones, la de ponernos un buen biombo delante del espejo, borrarnos del mapa durante un par de horas''.

Como hacer vendas para un soldado que todavía no ha sido herido y sentir eso de grato, que se lo está aliviando desde antes, previsoramente.

Las amputaciones violentas son malas, después te duele el muñón toda la vida.

ningún llanto es eterno

Some wounds go so deep that you don't even feel them until months, maybe years, later.

There was an end to weeping. Mourning, however, ebbed and surged but never ceased flowing.

The expression of hatred for your enemies is sometimes the only way to end self-hatred.

A person doesn't mourn forever.

Clavo saca clavo. Nothing sacas nothing, you reply. No one will ever be like her.

Crying all the time had made her more beautiful. Grief will do that sometimes. Not for me. Loretta had left months ago and I still looked like hell.

You go to more doctors. You celebrate Arlenny's Ph.D. defense. And then one June night you scribble the ex's name and: The half life of love is forever.

Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before.

Every time you think about the ex, every time the loneliness rears up in you like a seething, burning continent, you tie on your shoes and hit the paths and that helps; it really does.

We hurt each other too well to let it drop

He made her feel guapa and wanted and safe, and no one had ever done that for her. No one. On their nights together he would pass his hand over her naked body, Narcissus strokeing that pool of his, murmuring, Guapa, guapa, over and over again. (He didn't care about the burn scars on her back: It looks like a painting of a ciclón and that's what you are, mi negrita, una tormenta en la madrugada.)

It can be summed up by saying that suffering is overcome by suffering, and wounds are healed by wounds. For the suffering in suffering is the lack of love, and the wounds in wounds are the abandonment, and the powerlessness in pain is unbelief. And therefore the suffering of abandonment is overcome by the suffering of love, which is not afraid of what is sick and ugly, but accepts it and takes it to itself in order to heal it. Through

The purpose of #wealth is to #heal and not to #hoard. In your selfishness with your wealth you renounce your claim to it.

The heart, once broken, stayed broken.

Grief was a place, Sara understood, where a person went alone.

There were times when you couldn't fix what was broken with words, and this looked like one of those times.