Quotes About Healing

How can you make someone love you when they won't? And what if that person happens to be your mother?

She ran her tongue over his bottom lip,took the drops of blood she'd called forth with her quick bite into her mouth,then blew on the tiny wound."That's all the healing you get from this veana tonight.Feel better?

Laurel Parnell

There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.

You can not die of grief, though it feels as if you can. A heart does not actually break, though sometimes your chest aches as if it is breaking. Grief dims with time. It is the way of things. There comes a day when you smile again, and you feel like a traitor. How dare I feel happy. How dare I be glad in a world where my father is no more. And then you cry fresh tears, because you do not miss him as much as you once did, and giving up your grief is another kind of death.

I am feeling much better now. I am fairly certain it was your letters that kept me alive.

No matter how much you tell yourself your over someone, your heart knows the truth

You should never start thinking about 'what might have been,' and you should also never start thinking about another boy when you're heartbroken over someone else.

This"I'm so over him. This is me, being over him. La,la,la.

No matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth

No matter how much you tell yourself are over someone, your heart knows the truth.

Because, let's face it—no matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth.

I'll miss him," she said softly. Ty nodded. "Me, too." For a moment they both stood, stroking Chester in silence. "Hey, cheer up," Ty said. Amy realized he was looking at her downcast face. "At least it means -" "That another horse can come and be helped," Amy finished Ty's sentence for him. She grinned as she saw the surprise on his face. "We were thinking the same thing." "Oh, no, I need help!" Ty said. He dodged as she tried to hit him again.

Loving someone more than they love you is a sucky thing. But I'm over it.

We're your safe place, El. Me and Elise. The guys. We're your family. You don't need to pull lattes. You have your degree, you have a great job and you'll take the crappy part of your past and use that to help people get to the good part of their future.

Do you feel like he sees all your cracks and breaks and accepts them? Because that's what you should demand. You're worth that sort of understanding. You get to move on. You have every right to do that.

My heart, as I closed the cabinet and rose to my feet, was a small dead creature. If I could bury it in the woods, I would.

My tears were hot and salty, and I imagine them melting my heart.

She felt justified in hurting him, because he had hurt her...but now all her justifications fell away like dead butterflies...

I wonder if this is how people always get close: They heal each other's wounds; they repair the broken skin.

After all, when you are sick, there are plenty of places (insurance willing) where you can go to get healed, but when you are healed are there any places you can go to learn not to be sick?

I have not healed so much as learned to sit still and wait while pain does its dancing work, trying not to panic or twist in ways that make the blades tear deeper, finally infecting the wounds.

Getting better was a grief. One morning you woke up and your fever had fled. Your throat felt depressingly fine.

Suddenly it is not she who needs me, but I who need her. Don't ask me to explain, I can't. I can. We are creatures who must give comfort. We ache to give comfort, to heal what hurts. The colic is making me a mother.