Quotes About Healing

Please know that there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self conscious. We are all full of shit. Go love someone just because, I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings but it will always heal even if you don't want it to, it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It's up to you to find them.

That's how a scary story works. It echoes some ancient fear. It re-creates some forgotten terror. Something we'd like to think we've grown beyond. But it can still scare us to tears. It's something you'd hoped was healed.

Rip yourself open. Sew yourself shut.

The damaged love the damaged. True fact.

We opened our hearts. Hear me, heal me, save me, believe me.

The truth is, Archer tells me, you stay in Hell until you forgive yourself. You fucked up. Game over, he says, so just relax.

All I want is somebody to ask me what happened. Then, I'll get on with my life.

Because I can't save anybody; not as a doctor, not as a son. And because I can't save anybody, I can't save myself.

She'd lived through something the rest of them could never imagine. So much torture and horror that she didn't need to tell people about it. She'd never need drama or joy or pain ever again.

The truth is you can be or­phaned again and again and again. The truth is you will be. And the se­cret is, this will hurt less and less each time un­til you can't feel a thing.

Kill your­self or don't kill your­self, but stop tor­tur­ing me. I'm try­ing to move on with my life.

It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness.

Rip yourself open. Tell me my life story before I die. Sew yourself shut.

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The damaged love the damaged.

Life in These United States. Laughter Is the Best Medicine.

One step to the sink, and I calmly begin to scrub my dripping hands, careful to pick and scrape the words sorrow and tragedy from where they're lodged beneath each fingernail.

La felicità non ci lascia cicatrici da mostrare. Dalla quiete impariamo così poco.

Everyone has something wrong. And for a while, her heart just sort of flatlined.

The way my face is without a jaw, my throat just ends in sort of a hole with my tongue hanging out. Around the hole, the skin is all scar tissue: dark red lumps and shiny the way you'd look if you got the cherry pie in a pie eating contest. If I let my tongue hang down, you can see the roof of my mouth, pink and smooth as the inside of a crab's back, and hanging down around the roof is the white vertebrae horseshoe of the upper teeth I have left.

this will hurt less and less each time until you can't feel a thing. Trust me on this.

The first step is to admit you're powerless. You have an addiction, and you can't stop. The first step is to tell your story, all the worst parts. Your lowest lows.

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The first step is to admit you're powerless. You have an addiction, and you can't stop. The first step is to tell your story, all the worst parts. Your lowest lows. The