Quotes About Healing

If my life wasn't funny it would just be true, and that is unacceptable. What that really means, other than what it sounds like, is, let's say something happens and from a certain slant maybe it's tragic, even a little bit shocking. Then time passes and you go to the funny slant, and now that very same thing can no longer do you any harm.

It seemed to calm me, getting anything that might be chaotic behind the eyes onto the page in front of me where it could do me less harm.

My only intent was to feel better—which is to say, not to feel at all.

Take your broken heart and make it to the heart.

It seemed to calm me, getting anything that might be chaotic behind the eyes onto the page in front of me where it could do me less harm. Along the lines of the saying, "Better out than in," though that refers to vomit. Maybe more like, "Better an empty house than an unhappy tenant." Not that writing on my notepads managed to actually empty my mind—though some would argue—but I was grateful to relieve the overflow.

I think that if I could give a name to what I feel it would go away. Find the word that describes the feeling and say it over and over until it's merely a sound.

It's as if I tripped and almost fell into my own grave. My only intent was to feel better—which is to say, not to feel at all.

Losing people you love affects you. It is buried inside of you and becomes this big, deep hole of ache. It doesn't magically go away, even when you stop officially mourning.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

Astley comes to my side. "Are you well?" "No," I tell him, voice hoarse. "I am not well. I am broken inside. I am broken almost all-the-way deep, and I don't know...I don't know if I can ever be unbroken, let alone well again".

We all live with our losses. We don't want to, but we can

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

You know, life fractures all of us into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that makes us stronger.

It's hard to save the world when you can't save yourself,

What feels best is how I no longer hurt.

Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose ourselves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

Claire took Owen to get his cast taken

I guess it's going to have to hurt, I guess I'm going to have to cry, And let go of some things I've loved to get to the other side "I guess it's going to break me down, Like fallin when you try to fly, Sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

Hope can be like a plant that sprouts and grows and keeps people alive. But it can also be a wound that refuses to heal.

But hope stops time, and time only heals when its flow is not stopped.

But hope stops time, and time only heals when it passes.

The way to begin healing the wounds of the world is to treasure the Infant Christ in us; to be not the castle but the cradle of Christ; and, in rocking that cradle to the rhythm of love, to swing the whole world back into the beat of the Music of Eternal Life.

This is very like Purgatory, and it is a pain which we would not willingly forgo once it has touched us, because it is our necessity and our joy. For Purgatory, after all, is the fire of the love of God, cauterising the wound of sin.