Quotes About Healing

It was silly of me to expect [my father] to change or to understand what he had done. So I decided I wasn't obliged to be angry anymore, and I feel very good that we were able to spend time together during the five years before he died.

Some women feel the best cure for a broken heart is a new beau.

Most of us spend our lives protecting ourselves from losses that have already happened.

Most of our suffering comes from resisting what is already here, particularly our feelings. All any feeling wants is to be welcomed, touched, allowed. It wants attention. It wants kindness. If you treated your feelings with as much love as you treated your dog or your cat or your child, you'd feel as if you were living in heaven every day of your sweet life.

If we think our job here on earth is to fix ourselves, we will keep looking for the broken places. If we believe our job is to be kind, we will keep lavishing love on ourselves.

Compulsive eating is only the symptom; believing that you are not worth your own love is the problem. Go for the love. You will never be sorry.

Most of my actor friends don't believe it's possible to let go of it and be happy, and for a while that was true for me. For the first two years I ached, every day. And I had such bad dreams. But then I made the decision to start working on my little shop and all that went away.

When you cure a blind person, he or she is not a statistic.

Somehow they fail to see that for someone aggravated by depression, self-help will be useless, indeed, it is precisely the self that needs to be forgotten.

They scold their own hearts but it actuates no real change, only deepens the wound. But they can't look away from it. Thus, by paralyzing their Present, we beat The Adversary on His home turf. And loop after loop, the depressed haunt and harrow themselves, sometimes for years, when they have only, for a brief moment, to look away from themselves, to look up.

One must not forget that recovery is brought about not by the physician, but by the sick man himself. He heals himself, by his own power, exactly as he walks by means of his own power, or eats, or thinks, breathes or sleeps.

Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. —Gautama Siddhãrta

Of griefes (like Greeks on Ilion). Alas, what one survives To be my refuge?

As in the inflammations and fevers of physical illness, what looks like trouble may be the very process by which healing takes place. As we become better able to endure life's slings and arrows, our coping mechanisms mature, and vice versa.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

Forgiveness is that subtle thread that binds both love and friendship. Without forgiveness, you may not even have a child one day.

Her life was broken like a mirror and the shards kept cutting her fingers.

There comes a point where you have to stop trying to repair yourself and accept the fact that you're broken.

There comes a point where you have to stop trying to repair yourself and accept the fact that you're broken.

But I've forgiven Hugh, because if I don't forgive him, there is no hope for forgiveness for someone like me.

Hugh got up. Would love to stay and play doctor, love, but duty calls. He headed for the door. Play doctor? Jackass. Harpy. Thank you for saving me in the woods, she said to his back. And for healing Alex. You're welcome. I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes. A moment later Rook slipped into her room and held out his writing pad. Hugh needed help? No, Elara said. He was terrifying.

He felt like an addict who, after abusing a narcotic for years, somehow found himself sober

I broke my own heart, Leon. He was just the hammer I hit it with.

Hugh reached out with his magic. The dog was a mess, torn and bitten, but a faint, barely-there heartbeat shivered in his chest. Hugh concentrated. This would be complicated. He knitted the organs together, repairing the tissue, sealing the blood vessels, mending the flesh like it was fabric, muscles, fascia, and skin. The two Dogs by his side waited quietly.