Quotes About Healing

Stories aren't facts, Cait, they're not details. Stories are feelings. You've got your feelings, haven't you?" "Too many," I said. "Well, that's all you need." He put his hand on mine. "Cry yourself a story, love. It works. Believe me." So that's what I did, I cried myself a story. And this is it.

Grief is born. Grief matures. Grief passes. Despair, on the other hand, which arrives in an instant, ferments into depression. And although depression was months away, at least, already he felt himself not caring.

Pie...it fills the cracks of the heart. Go away, pain.

Anger is not the proper response to anger. When you see someone angry you are seeing their pain. Compassion is the proper response to anger.

Release yourself from the prison of hatred. Forgive

forgiveness of one's self and of others opens up the doorway to new possibilities.

When we don't forgive, we trap ourselves in spiritual prisons.

Something my mum taught me years and years and years ago, is life's just too short to carry around a great bucket-load of anger and resentment and bitterness and hatreds and all that sort of stuff.

Failure to communalize grief can imprison a person in endless swinging between rage and emotional deadness as a permanent way of being in the world.

It never ends, the bruise of being

Every pore mourns. Not the brain, nor the chest where bereavement nests, but the body, whole-- how it burns. The ache of new bone being grown.

A skilled surgeon knows that cuts have to be made in order to operate, but the skilled surgeon also knows that the cuts are temporary and will heal. The end result of the operation is worth the initial pain, and the patient should heal to a better state than they were in before the surgery.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Time, the thing we can't beat back... Yet, time is also what it takes to heal, what it takes for certain memory cells to die. Maybe time doesn't heal. Maybe it doesn't even pass. We pass through time, and come out stunned, so rage, and memory, are blurred.

Sam has rolled to his side, waiting patiently for Linna to remember to scratch him. Live forever, she thinks, and wills his twisted spine and legs straight and well.

it's hard to write about a love story with a broken heart

You've got to rely on people. I know you're hurting because of all the bad things that have happened to you, but in order to live, truly live, you've got to feel pain, you've got to trust, and you've got to love.

This is a fundamental fact of life, a law of the universe, and the moment you embrace it is the moment you are free. Everyone gets at least one sociopath, one a-hole, one hurtful narcissistic jerk who barges or stumbles or falls into their life and causes pain .

Sacrificing her own safety and comfort, a broken young woman lay down in the snow, side by side with a broken young horse.

By choosing not to forgive, I was telling God that I loved my stance of self-justification more than Him.

Indeed, our pain has a purpose. All of it. If we do not believe this, it only means we have not yet turned the corner into trusting in Him more than our pain. This is what Jesus can do with pain, any pain, given to Him. When we surrender our suffering to Him, He makes it into something beautiful, powerful, life changing. But there is something He cannot heal—the pain we refuse to give to Him. And this is pain that destroys.

made it far less painful to look at my wounds and illusions.

In the classical defense mechanism of the human self, I had resisted looking at my wounds. Feeling the presence of my Christ self now made me feel safe because I felt it did not come to judge me but to help me attain freedom from all limitations. And that suddenly made it safe to explore my wounds.

Many spiritual teachings say we can transmute our negative karma by using spiritual tools.