Quotes About Healing

It's not forgetting that we need Vianne, it's remembering.

You will always miss her. I know that from experience. There will be days—even years from now—when the missing will be so sharp it takes your breath away. But there will be good days, too; months and years of them. In one way or another, you'll be searching for her all your life. You'll find her, too. As you grow up, you'll understand her more and more. I promise you that.

The truth is, I knew loss. I didn't know grief. Now, I do.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob. Maybe

Even if I could forgive him, how would I forget?

Before this trip and all that she'd learned about the three of them, she would have gotten angry or changed the subject. Anything to obscure the pain she felt. Now she knew better. You carried your pain with you in life. There was no outrunning it.

I am like some wounded animal in a darkened lair, nursing the thorn in my paw, unable to find anyone to take it out.

loss had rearranged her from the inside out. Now she knew how much family mattered and how important it was to hang on to the people you loved.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A

Leni shrugged. She didn't know exactly what to say, or how to say it without revealing too much. "He has—nightmares—and bad weather can set him off. Sometimes. But he hasn't had a nightmare since we moved here. So maybe he's better.

Maybe it had all happened the way it needed to, maybe they'd each crossed their own oceans -hers of damaged love and loss, his of pain- to be here again together, where they belonged.

She'd crawled into her grief and cocooned it around her, unable to care about anyone or anything—

He was trying to make it up to her, asking for forgiveness and seeking redemption all at once, sacrificing himself for her. It was a glimpse of who he'd once been, the poet her maman had fallen in love with. That man, the one before the war, might have known another way, might have found the perfect words to heal their fractured past.

They couldn't touch my heart. They couldn't change who I was inside. My body...they broke that in the first days, but not my heart, V. Whatever he did, it was to your body, and your body will heal.

Love. It was the beginning and the end of everything, the foundation and the ceiling and the air in between. It didn't matter that she was broken and ugly and sick. He loved her and she loved him. All her life she had waited--longed for--people to love her, but now she saw what really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

apparently there was an expiration date on grief. It was like an exterior door closing; once it shut and you were in the dark, you were supposed to forget how much you missed the light

Time heals all wounds, people told her, underscoring its essential kindness. She knew in fact that some wounds deepened over time instead of lessened;

He hadn't realized how time could unspool the years of your life until for a second you were fourteen again, crying from a place so deep it seemed to predate you, desperate to be whole again.

Don't be who you needed to be over there. Come home to the people who love you. I wish to hell I'd figured out a way to do that.

Talking about Meghann's painful choice and the lonely years that had followed it wouldn't help. Her past wasn't a collection of memories to be worked through; it was like an oversize Samsonite with a bum wheel.

Leni's heart would always have a broken place. It didn't matter how you lost a parent or how great or shitty that parent was, a kid grieved forever. Matthew grieved for the mother he'd had. He figured Leni would grieve for the dad she wanted.

You can't prepare for losin' someone you love.

To pick up a pen and write down her life, she'd have to remember it all, who she was, who she'd wanted to be. Those memories would be painful, both the good and the bad would wound her.

to herself and wiping tears from her eyes, which turned