Quotes About Healing

Love yourself as God does, for yourself alone.

Experiences of pain, loss, fear, anger, and even hatred seem to vanish when you remember that this is a part of the perfect blossoming of natural law; and there will soon be a time for comfort, peace, and love.

Be a giver of forgiveness

Only when we are sick of our sickness shall we cease to be sick.

recognize in the heat of battle that the battle itself is something to grieve about.

Resentment is like venom that continues to pour through your system, doing its poisonous damage long after being bitten by the snake. It's not the bite that kills you; it's the venom.

Dad, I see you now. I see what you really are. Not an enemy. You're my teacher. From this moment on, I send you love. From now on, I send you only love.

the idea of looking at the most damaging things in your life, the things that have caused you the most pain and suffering, and figuring out a way to turn those into your greatest teachers, bearing your greatest gifts.

El perdón es un acto espiritual de amor por uno mismo, y envía a todo el mundo, incluido tú mismo, el mensaje de que eres un objeto de amor y que eso es lo que vas a impartir.

Você pode ficar sentado o resto da vida, lamentando-se sobre o quanto foi mau, sentindo-se culpado até morrer, e nem um minúsculo fragmento dessa culpa irá contribuir de maneira nenhuma para corrigir esse antigo comportamento.

You may have a social disease, one that will not go away with a simple injection. You are quite possibly infected with the sepsis of low-esteem, and the only known cure is a massive dose of self-love.

From a clearer perspective, I can now see how my presence on that dock that resulted in my brother's rescue was instrumental in giving me the information and the confidence to become a teacher and practitioner of mind-body healing. That childhood experience helped guide us both, leading us to explore and realize the power we possess to accomplish anything that we place our attention on with love rather than fear as our anchor.

forgiveness is a tool that's available to get us back to a God-realized life.

scraps of love torn and tattered faded, scattered trashed threads of hope frayed and tangled broken, mangled dashed backing, buttons yarn and batting quilted tenderly wrapped up in this warm repair my patchwork family

But I've never spoken to a grave before. I don't know what to say. I don't know how. 'I'm so sorry,' I choke out, but that's as far as I get before I start crying. I feel bad that she's gone. I feel overwhelmed. And I feel guilt. Guilt that I've recovered. Guilt that I'm happy. Guilt that I ever thought she was the lucky one.

Anger is a dry riverbed. You should follow it only if it leads you to the springs of forgiveness.

Conquering the wild is nothing compared to fixing the cracks in your heart.

And in the end I had to face the heart of the issue: How could I expect Adrienne to forgive me if I wasn't willing to even try to forgive my dad? I had no idea how to answer that. And so I ate ice cream.

After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

It is to be broken. It is to be torn open. It is not to be reached and come to rest in ever. I turn against you, I break from you, I turn to you. We hurt, and are hurt, and have each other for healing. It is healing. It is never whole.

New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.

Late in the night I pay the unrest I own to the life that has never lived and cannot live now. What the world could be is my good dream and my agony when, dreaming it, I lie awake and turn and look into the dark. I think of a luxury in the sturdiness and grace of necessary things, not in frivolity. That would heal the earth, and heal men. But the end, too, is part of the pattern, the last labor of the heart: to learn to lie still, one with the earth again, and let the world go.

We are working well when we use ourselves as the fellow creatures of the plants, animals, materials, and other people we are working with. Such work is unifying, healing. It brings us home from pride and from despair, and places us responsible within the human estate. It defines us as we are: not too good to work with our bodies, but too good to work poorly or joylessly or selfishly or alone. (pg. 134, The Body and the Earth)

The two families, sundered in the ruin of a friendship, were united again first in new friendship and then in mariage. My grandfather made a peace here that has joined many who would otherwise have been divided. I am the child of his forgiveness.