Quotes About Healing

So I thought if I stopped being so, you know, wounded, we could take a shot at just being friends. - Peeta Mellark

I drink in his wholeness, the soudness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

Everyone handles grief differently.

The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

Slowly, as I would with a wounded animal, my hand stretches out and brushes a wave of hair from his forehead. He freezes at my touch, but doesn't recoil. So I continue to gently smooth back his hair. It's the first time I have voluntarily touched him since the last arena.

Peeta and I grow back together. There are still moments when he clutches the back of a chair and hangs on until the flashbacks are over. I wake screaming from nightmares of mutts and lost children. But his arms are there to comfort me.

I can't help laughing, really laughing, for the first time in months. Peeta just shakes his head like I've lost my mind - and maybe I have, a little.

Getting the broth into Peeta takes an hour of coaxing, begging, threatening, and yes, kissing,

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

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." Something in my expression stops him. "Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart." Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.

healers. My father got to know my mother because on his hunts he would sometimes collect medicinal

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. I try to follow Dr. Aurelius's advice, just going through the motions, amazed when one finally has meaning again. I tell him my idea about the book, and a large box of parchment sheets arrives on the next train from the Capitol

lap the blood flowing from my wound, each lick

En els meus malsons et perdo. Torno a estar bé un cop m'adono que ets amb mi.

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that. So after, when he whispers, "You love me. Real or not real?" I tell him, "Real.

Pour survivre, je n'ai pas besoin de la flamme de Gale, nourrie de sa rage et de sa haine. J'en ai déjà bien assez en moi. Ce qu'il me faut, c'est le pissenlit au printemps. Le jaune vif qui évoque la renaissance plutôt que la destruction. La promesse que la vie continue, en dépit de nos pertes. Qu'elle peut même être douce à nouveau. Peeta est le seul à pouvoir m'offrir ça.

Slowly, with many lost days, I come back to life. I try to follow Dr. Aurelius's advice, just going through the motions, amazed when one finally has meaning again.

I drink in his wholeness, the soundness of his body and mind. It runs through me like the morphling they give me in the hospital, dulling the pain of the last weeks.

On my family: My mother buries her grief in her work.

What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Petta can give me that.

And it takes too much energy to stay angry with someone who cries so much.

That what I need to survive is not Gale's fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that.

So you'll forget her and move on." I suppose I will. As soon as I forget how to breathe.

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.