Quotes About Healing

I believe, that we are lost here in America. But, I believe we were all born to be loving people and I believe, we never forget seeing what love can heal…

Sometimes it hurts to move on... But it hurt more to hang on to something not meant for you.

The greatest disease's are loneliness, despair, and hopelessness. The only cure is Love.

Most of our hurts come through the pain of healing our emotional and mental pain within us.

The past can only keep hurting you if you hold on to it. Stop questioning why. Just accept it and move on and set yourself free.

We have the power to heal our life, and you need to know that. We think so often that we are helpless, but we're not. We need to learn how to let it wash over us, without drowning in it. Our life doesn't have to end where the pain begins, but rather, it is where we start to mend.

Let your heart and mind heal, and you will have peace of mind throughout life.

Every broken heart has screamed, Screw You!! at one time or another.

At moments of deep uncertainty, Remember what hurt you in the past, and never forget what it taught you. That letting go is a matter of self-worth.

It may hurt today, But you're going to make it. You're going to love, and laugh, and live. And before long you'll be able to look back on everything that happened today and laugh.

Sometimes it takes looking back, for you to realize that leaving someone and the pain they were causing you, was the best decision you ever made.

Men today cannot claim their identity via culture because they are obliged to find other uninitiated males as their models or succumb to the empty values of a materialistic society. Again, before healing may begin, men must acknowledge the reality of what lies within. Among those confusing emotions is a deep grief for the loss of the personal father as companion, model and support, and a deep hunger for the fathers as a source of wisdom, solace and inspiration.

In the end we will only be transformed when we can recognize and accept the fact that there is a will within each of us, quite outside the range of conscious control, a will which knows what is right for us, which is repeatedly reporting to us via our bodies, emotions, and dreams, and is incessantly encouraging our healing and wholeness.

How do we know what is right for us? Well, the body knows, our deepest feeling knows, and the psyche knows, and each expresses its opinion, even as we learned early in life to evade these continuous messages from our own depths. So, the recovery effort must typically begin with the experience of inner discord, outer conflict, and sometimes heartache and loss.

This search, this fantasy, is the chief fuel for our culture—the fantasy of romantic love, the fantasy that there is this other who will make our life work for us, heal us, protect us, nurture us, and spare us the world's trauma.

In other words to break an addiction we have to be able to face the unfaceable, think the unthinkable, bear the unbearable... The only way to go through them again is to go through them, to go down in that anxiety state and to feel what we really feel, is to go through and to break the tyranny of the addiction

Crying can help, too. People are often afraid to cry because they are told that crying is for babies. Crying does not make you a baby, no matter what anyone says. There are times when people feel so bad that they can't express their feelings in words. At those times, crying helps.

She talks about the desertion. How each time it broke her heart. How with each break it became harder to heal. How with each time she healed, it became harder to love again. How each time hope faded into desolation. Into loneliness and despair. Into self-hatred and self-loathing. At the beginning there was hope. It faded. At the end there was nothing.

It was strange how closely we returnees clung together. We were like a family of orphaned children, split by an epidemic and sent to different care centers. That feeling of an epidemic disease persisted. The people treated us nicely, and cared for us tenderly, and then hurried to wash their hands after touching us. We were somehow unclean. We were tainted. And we ourselves accepted this. We felt it too ourselves. We understood why the civilian people preferred not to look at our injuries.

You dont have to forgive something you love. You forgive the ones you dont love.

He is cured by faith who is sick of fate.

shielding the gaping wounds which the words had left in his heart...

wounds tingle most when they are about to heal.

My experience has been that grief and loss do not necessarily become more acceptable with time, and commitment to them is of no value to either the living or the dead.