Quotes About Healing

And so Grief and Shame abided in adjoining rooms with the door shut between them, holding their pain in their arms instead of each other.

He wanted to tell her that everything he had done he had done because he was broken, because watching her die had destroyed him, but there was no way to say it that didn't sound like he was trying to pin the blame outside himself

She hadn't known she was crushed until she wasn't, and she didn't know she was fragmented until she became whole

But how do you stop someone from crying? How do you lead them out of fear? Can hate be reversed? Can revenge be diffused?

Everyone else had managed to pick up the tatters and mend them into wearable lives. Why couldn't he?

There is intimacy in pain.

Morgan's fury turned to fear. It was like antiseptic hitting pus: the seethe, the bubbling, the burn.

Can we leave the past behind us?" she asked. Could they? The question was everything. "That's an excellent place for the past," said Suheyla. "If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.

Folk går sönder. De kan inte alltid lagas. Men så var det inte den här gången (s. 363).

The mind is good at hiding things, but there's something it cannot do: It can't erase. It can only conceal, and concealed things are not gone. They rot. They fester, they leak poisons. They ache and stink. They hiss like serpents in tall grass.

De är borta, vi kan inte såra dem längre

With the fading of the stars and the break of day, Eliza's storm had passed. Today she was the ravaged landscape it had left behind.

After she had cried, she felt at once hollow and… better, as if the salt of all her unshed tears had been poisoning her, and now she was cleansed.

To live in peace we have to forgive each other and ourselves, regularly.

The grief and tears didn't wash me away. They gave me my life back! They cleansed me, baptized me, hydrated the earth at my feet.

Your anger and damage and grief are the way to the truth. We don't have much truth to express unless we have gone into those rooms and closets and woods and abysses that we were told not go in to. When we have gone in and looked around for a long while, just breathing and finally taking it in -- then we will be able to speak in our own voice and to stay in the present moment. And that moment is home.

We all have the dark, ignorant shadow inside us. I have worked endlessly to reveal it and heal it in me, but of course there's some primitive weird stuff in me. The Tea Party is about exhorting white supremacy, though, so I've had a tiny bit of trouble experiencing sympathy.

It's so great to be able to make people laugh, because this is so often how we get our selves back.

I became a Christian before I got sober. So I was a drunk, bulimic Christian.

How much, if at all, do we let go of grief, even as we proclaim the need to leave it in the past?

Not to forgive is to be imprisoned by the past, by old grievances that do not permit life to proceed with new business. Not to forgive is to yield oneself to another's control... to be locked into a sequence of act and response, of outrage and revenge, tit for tat, escalating always. The present is endlessly overwhelmed and devoured by the past. Forgiveness frees the forgiver. It extracts the forgiver from someone else's nightmare.

When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.

I don't know why I ever helped you." "Because you like broken things.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.