Quotes About Healing

There's a kind of love that has the power to save you, to get you through life. It's like breathing. You have to do it or you'll die. And when it's over, your soul starts to bleed, Livvy. There's no pain in the world like it, I swear. If you were feeling that now, you wouldn't be able to sit up straight or have a coherent conversation.

I know you got your heart broken but I know the heart can heal, too. And I know what it feels like to love again. I love you so much, I can't sleep at night. Sometimes I forget to breathe. And in a hundred years, that's never going to change.

She knew the soothing power of a human touch on aching flesh. Knew the strange bond that formed when two creatures united in mutual need, one hurting, the other healing.

As lágrimas que não saem depositam-se no coração, com o passar do tempo vão formando uma crosta e paralizam-no, como o calcário se encrosta e paraliza as engrenagens da máquina de lavar.

I want to be the kind of person who can do that. Move on and forgive people and be healthy and happy. It seems like an easy thing to do in my head. But it's not so easy when you try it in real life.

When you're sad you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.

Tell me that you don't take that blade and drag it across your skin and pray for the courage to press down.

Unshed tears leave a deposit on your heart. Eventually they form a crust around it and paralyze it, the way mineral deposits paralyze a washing machine.

In this time of , music is vital.

I had no idea that mothering my own child would be so healing to my own sadness from my childhood.

when people suffer terrible losses they need to have an opportunity to talk about them. Being isolated with your sorrow is such a lonely place to be.

Nh?ng thà nói v? nh?ng ng??i ch?t ?? h? s?ng thêm m?t chút còn h?n là ?? h? ch?t m?i ngày thêm m?t chút. M?i l?n ta nh?c ??n k? ni?m nào ?ó, ta làm h? s?ng l?i m?t chút, dù ch? b?ng m?t gi?t n??c m?t.

When you hold resentment toward another, you are bound to that person or condition by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free. —Catherine Ponder

Comedy equals tragedy plus time

Recovering from a gunshot wound is not a vacation. You need to, like, write that on your hand or something.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

I know what blood poisoning is, Katniss," says Peeta. "Even if my mother isn't a healer." I'm jolted back in time, to another wound, another set of bandages. "You said that same thing to me in the first Hunger Games. Real or not real?" "Real," he says. "And you risked your life getting the medicine that saved me?" "Real." I shrug. "You were the reason I was alive to do it.

My time in the arena made me realize how I needed to stop punishing [my mother] for something she couldn't help, specifically the crushing depression she fell into after my father's death. Because sometimes things happen to people and they're not equipped to deal with them.

How do you bear it?" Finnick looks at me in disbelief. "I don't, Katniss! Obviously, I don't. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there's no relief in waking up." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Hey, Finnick, come on in! We figured out how to make you pretty again!

For me, it's better to wake up with a paintbrush than a knife in my hand. -Peeta

Time and tragedy have forced her to grow too quickly, at least for my taste, into a young woman who stitches bleeding wounds and knows our mother can hear only so much.

It's not easy to find a topic. Talking of home is painful. Talking of the present unbearable.

My father got to know my mother because on his hunts he would sometimes collect medicinal herbs and sell them to her shop to be brewed into remedies. She must have really loved him to leave her home for the Seam. I try to remember that when all I can see is the woman who sat by, blank and unreachable, while her children turned to skin and bones. I try to forgive her for my father's sake. But to be honest, I'm not the forgiving type.