Quotes About Healing

Today I will be an observer. Today I will not judge that which I know nothing about. Today I will see that we are all Divine brothers and sisters on our own individual journeys co-creating situations that lead us to soulful healing. Today I will see that I AM exactly where I AM suppose to be & the lessons I AM learning at this very moment are so very important. Today I remember that I AM playing my very special part in someone elses journey. Namaste. Tamaey Gottuso

Forgiveness is giving up hope of a better past. —UNKNOWN

The appearance of Kabbalah in public means that Jewish mysticism has something unique to offer, a power for healing the spirit as we move into a radically new future.

Catriona var det første mennesket han hadde klart å snakke om faren med uten å føle skam, det første mennesket som hadde tilbudt hjelp, praktiske råd og kjærlig omsorg, noe han og Rosa sårt trengte etter at Poppy døde.

Så deilig å se henne oppildnet igjen, tenkte Diane. Herlig å få henne tilbake fra de grufulle smertene som nesten ødela henne.

Slipp det ut, Jen. Bli forbanna - gråt - skrik det ut til hele verden hvis det får deg til å føle deg bedre. Du gjør i hvert fall ikke deg selv noen tjeneste ved å la sorgen fortære deg.

She'd once thought God would never intentionally hurt her. But looking back over her life, she'd had cause to rethink that. She was certain nothing touched her life that didn't first filter through the loving hands of her heavenly father. But she was also convinced that God sometimes wounded, in order to bind up. And that He shattered, so that His hands could heal. This was part of His inheritance she'd overlooked before, but never would again.

Forgiveness was a strange gift. One that had to be shared in order to be kept.

And she found the weight of grief at missing him eased somewhat by dwelling on what a blessing he'd been and how much poorer her life would be if she'd never known him.

You just let the tears come, ma'am. You got every reason under heaven to be cryin'. And just cuz don't mean you don't trust the good Lawd no more either. Jesus knows that.

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. May you grow strong at the broken places.

The wounds of fire would have gone with the time but not the wounds caused by words

Imagine we could see the damage inside ourselves. Imagine it showed through us like contraband on an airport scanner. What would it be like, to walk around the city with it all on view – all the hurts and the betrayals and the things that diminished us; all the crushed dreams and the broken hearts? What would it be like to see the people our lives have made us? The people we are, under our skin. I

Just how many ways it's possible to fuck up a child so badly that ten, twenty, forty years later they're still trying to make sense of it.

Old pain is an anchor.

Libraries are places where the damaged go to find friends

If she had hurt me, I could have forgiven her without even having to think about it; but I couldn't forgive her for being hurt.

Interesting fact from the front lines: raw grief smells like ripped leaves and splintered branches, a jagged green shriek.

I had started trying—it for the first time, really—it to remember what had happened in that wood. I prodded tentatively around the edges of it, barely acknowledging even to myself what I was doing, like a kid picking at a scab but afraid to look.

I don't think there are any rules for how you're supposed to act when someone you care about dies, sweetheart. I think you just have to figure it out as you go along. Sometimes you'll feel like crying, sometimes you won't, sometimes you'll be raging at him for dying on you. You just have to remember that all of those are OK. So is whatever else your head comes up with.

So I thought maybe I could save just some of it. Maybe, even if we weren't going to be together, we could still . . ." Everyone's thought that: maybe even if, maybe we could still, maybe small bits of precious things can be salvaged.

Cal doesn't think about Donna constantly, the way he did at first-- it took months of dogged work, blasting music or reciting football lineups out loud like a loon every time she came into his head, but he got there in the end. She still crops up from time to time, though, mostly when he runs across something that would make her smile. He always loved Dona's smile, quick and complete, sending every line of her face flying upwards.

she was blanketed by sadness as deep as she'd felt the first months after her divorce.

We heard you were ready to die," the largest rabbit said. "We have come for you." "But I'm not dead yet!" Pinocchio cried. "You will be in just a few minutes, if you don't take your medicine." Pinocchio swallowed his medicine in one quick gulp. Almost immediately, he felt as good as new. He had to admit, when one is sick, even bitter medicine is a very sweet thing.