Quotes About Healing

A year and a half later, she could tell the story to Dov as an amusing brunch anecdote, and she realized she wasn't angry at Sam anymore. She began to feel a tenderness toward Sam and even an empathy for him.

Whatever her sickness had been

Oh, you don't want to hear all my sad stories. I can't even bear to tell them anymore. Screw the past, right?

He hasn't said more than two words to anyone in the six weeks since he was injured. He's been in terrible pain, and he'll probably have to be in and out of the hospital for a very long time. It was a big deal that he talked to you.

If their traumas are the most interesting things about them, how do they get over any of it?

Generally, obsessively, licking her wounds. What a funny turn of phrase, she thought. Licking your wounds would only make them worse, no? The mouth was filled with so much bacteria.

Licking your wounds would only make them worse, no? The mouth was filled with so much bacteria. But Sadie knew it was easy to get addicted to the taste of your own carnage.

When small wounds are left untreated, they can fest and become far more serious injuries." -Mr. Kipling

Ta ??c sách ?? bi?t mình không cô Ä'Æ¡n. Ta ??c vì cô Ä'Æ¡n. Ta ??c và không còn cô Ä'Æ¡n. Ta không cô Ä'Æ¡n n?a.

You know how cats are. They'll heal themselves if you keep them locked up. In a couple of months his bones mended. But the fear didn't; it stayed in that cat's bones. He wasn't cocky no more. Now he jumps when I go by him with the wheelbarrow. Fear like that stays inside you forever if you don't find a way to get rid of it.

Fear like that stays inside you forever if you don't find a way to get rid of it.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures.

I know now that we never get over great losses; we absorb them, and they carve us into different, often kinder, creatures. ...We tell the story to get them back, to capture the traces of footfalls through the snow.

Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn't survive.

Like a starfish, the heart endures its amputation.

The only education in grief that any of us ever gets is a crash course.

Near the end I asked him one night in the hospital corridor what he thought was happening, and he said, "Tell her everything you haven't said," and I smiled with relief. "There's nothing," I said. "I've already told her everything.

Death is a divorce nobody asked for; to live through it is to find a way to disengage from what you thought you couldn't stand to lose.

The other thing I know now, is that we survive grief merely and surely by outlasting it. The ongoing fact of the narrative eclipses the heartbreak within. A deal that seems to be the price we pay for getting to hold on to our beloved dead.

The heart breaks open.

I figured out that I can't forget. I can't really forgive. But I can live. Live with it. Like you live with a scar or a limp or whatever. You always know it's there. It reminds you never to let yourself do anything so stupid and horrible and wrong again. I step out of my rut, step again, and keep stepping. (277)

You're not tough. You're broken.

And...what hurt can an unsaid word do? Can it be like an antibiotic withheld?

I don't know exactly what you're feeling, but I know it hurts.' She tightened her hug a little. 'Trust me, it might get worse, but in the end, it gets better. It finally gets good. I swear.