Quotes About Healing

You could love many people in your life. Maybe love didn't die even when a person did, but that didn't mean there might not be room for someone else in your heart.

The soul always knows what to do to heal itself. The challenge is to silence the mind

Forgiveness is a mystical act, not a reasonable one.

Healing is a different type of pain. It's the pain of becoming aware of the power of one's strength and weakness, of one's capacity to love or do damage to oneself and to others, and of how the most challenging person to control in life is ultimately yourself.

Forgiveness, quite frankly, is the most selfish thing you can do. Because it is the greatest thing you can do for yourself.

I have since become convinced that when we define ourselves by our wounds, we burden and lose our physical and spiritual energy and open ourselves to the risk of illness.

your biography—that is, the experiences that make up your life—becomes your biology.

Once more, my harp! once more, although I thought Never to wake thy silent strings again, A wandering dream thy gentle chords have wrought, And my sad heart, which long hath dwelt in pain, Soars, like a wild bird from a cypress bough, Into the poet's Heaven, and leaves dull grief below

Thomas reached out and took my hand, turned it palm up, and said, "I believe that's healing very nicely." Aunt Charlotte opened the door just as he turned my hand over again and brushed a kiss across my knuckles. I experienced a nearly overpowering desire to hit him in the eye.

She said that what was in the past was best left there and that talking about it was like stirring a fresh cow pile with a wooden spoon. Didn't accomplish a thing, and only made the stink and the flies worse and the spoon useless for anything else. Then

When your healthy self is strong enough to deal with all that comes your way in life, your eating disorder self will no longer be useful or necessary. You

no life is ever beyond the reach of the gospel's restorative powers, no matter how a woman's story plays out.

Women in today's world--both those who suffer oppression and those who enjoy unprecedented opportunities--would find Jesus' interactions with women irresistible, life-giving, and profoundly healing.

The role of your genius spirit is to essentially heal, transform, and evolve consciousness.

Tell me, Sarah Booth, is it your body that's hurt or your heart?" "Whatever it is, it'll mend.

People around the world are confusing the therapeutic value of self-expression with permission to manipulate others with their wounds.

How can it be, I wondered, that we can be lying in bed next to a person we love wholly and helplessly, a person we love more than our own breath, and still ache to think of the one who caused us pain all those years ago? It's the betrayal of this second heart of ours, its flesh tied off like a fingertip twined tightly round with a single hair, blue-tinged from lack of blood. The shameful squeeze of it.

I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep.

Dear Lord, we know that You are a Father and that you love your Son. [...] We know how deep Your love is, that You know if even a hair falls from our head. Lord, we plead with You for this child. Be with the doctors that will take care of him. [...] Keep him in Your care, Lord, we pray. Keep him healthy. Let us enjoy him again. Amen.

Part of treatment for drugs and alcohol is you abstain from these, but with eating disorders you can't abstain from food so the treatment is longer than drugs and alcohol.

And each time she did, he would cry the way he had cried at his wife's funeral, understanding at last that grief is not accountable, that it lives wherever it chooses, and that the worst thing is this: after the first time, one always has the memory of it.

The only thing worse than being hurt is everyone knowing that you're hurt.

I wish that I could leave myself alone. I wish that I could finally feel that I punished myself enough. That I deserved time off for all my bad behavior. Let myself off the hook, drag myself off the rack where I am both torturer and torturee.

I suspect that no matter what happens I will allow it to hurt me. Eat away at my insides, as it were—as it will be. As it always has been.