Quotes About Healing

Where there is sorrow, there is holy ground.

Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

I don't write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.

And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal

It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.

sorrow...is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it

We are running from our pain to our pain.

one of the principal qualities of pain is that it demands to be defeated first, then understood.

Everything falls into the hands of music eventually. The only thing that ever rescued me was listening to a big voice.

Todo mal tienes dos remedios; el tiempo y el silencio.

Those who cannot forgive others break the bridge over which they themselves must pass.

I didn't want to be all she had. I didn't even want to be her daughter. My blood, poisoned with our family sins, turned hot, scorched my veins. Breathing was getting difficult.

Good. Drink your tea, he ordered. It will make you feel better. Nothing will make me feel better, she thought, but she drank it down. It was hot and sweet. Mr. Humphreys must have put his entire month's sugar ration into it. She drained the cup, feeling ashamed of herself. She wasn't the only one who'd had a bad night.

people: "I will give them [a] new heart and put a new spirit within them; I will remove the stony heart from their bodies, and replace it with a natural heart

number of emotionally wounded and crippled people is so vast, and the number of qualified professionals so small in comparison

bring to them and the world the peace and joy of Christ through the healing and prevention of emotional suffering.

Nature is constantly remaking you, yet you hold onto old energy through your emotions. Your mind, your thoughts, aren't physical and nature can't heal or recycle them. Only you can do that ... when you're willing to let go of them.

All the time you spend tryin to get back what's been took from you there's more goin out the door. After a while you just try and get a tourniquet on it.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments.

Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?

Rage is only for what you believe can be fixed. All the rest is grief.

And after and for a long time to come he'd have reason to evoke the recollection of [the strangers'] smiles and to reflect upon the good will which provoked them for it had power to protect and to confer honor and to strengthen resolve and it had the power to heal men and to bring them to safety long after all other resources were exhausted.

The elevation of grief to a status transcending that which it sorrows.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will.