Quotes About Healing

Robbins had opened Gabby up. Her charred skin was peeled back, and her ribs were removed. She was pink inside, like steak that had been burned on a high heat but remained raw in the middle.

My advice for a broken heart: feel it, grieve it, take it one day at a time, then when you start to feel like you have accepted the truth of it, begin to do one thing to help yourself grow or to help someone else. I guarantee you will forget your pain when you realize how powerful you are and how powerful it is to love other people.

Love. Not the kind you see in the movies or hear about on the radio. The real kind. The kind that gets beaten down and bloody, yet perseveres. The kind that hopes even when hope seems foolish. The kind that can forgives. The kind that believes in healing. The kind that can sit in silence and feel renewed. The real kind of love. It's rare and we have it..

When you treat a disease, first treat the mind.

If I could turn back time If I could find a way I'd take back those words that have hurt you And you'd stay

Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you were.

Anger makes you smaller, while forgiveness forces you to grow beyond what you are.

But tonight she inhaled, pushing the air past the tightness, feeling around for the lump in her throat. It was there. The odds were fair that it always would be. But tonight it was smaller, and she did not sob, but smile.

Yes, bad things happened to you—really bad things. But you survived them! Now that chapter's closed, and you can… well, you don't have to forget any of it. You don't have to pretend it never happened. But you've got the whole rest of your life to live, so how are you gonna live it?

What's gone and what's past help should be past grief.

Listening to one's self as well as to others is a sacred act of healing. There is a higher octave of listening that hears the wisdom within the words.

The government researchers,aware of the information in the professional journals, decided to reverse the process (of healing from hysteric dissociation). They decided to use selective trauma on healthy children to create personalities capable of committing acts desired for national security and defense." p. 53 – 54

He needed Sarah's sweet courtesy, was desperate to suffer through her virginal oohs and aahs, to bask in her fascination. The feel of her smooth hands, with those slender, questing fingers roving over him, was like a healing salve to his battered body and spirit. She amused herself with his chest, rifling through the springy hair, exploring the ridges and valleys until her maneuvers felt as natural as breathing, as though she'd touched him just so a hundred times before.

Life's too short to not forgive those who hurt us. I trust you to do what's right. Right by your own heart.…Forgiveness sets you free.

Perhaps opening his heart to the Lord could be the first step in opening his life to a chance at happiness again.

Forgiveness doesn't sit there like a pretty boy in a bar. Forgiveness is the old fat guy you have to haul up a hill.

Let yourself be gutted. Let it open you. Start here.

Books] were the world I could lose myself in when the one I was actually living in became too lonely or harsh or difficult to bear.

the death of my mother was the thing that made me believe the most deeply in my safety: nothing bad could happen to me, I thought. The worst thing already had.

Small things such as this have saved me: how much I love my mother—even after all these years. How powerfully I carry her within me. My grief is tremendous but my love is bigger. So is yours. You are not grieving your son's death because his death was ugly and unfair. You're grieving it because you loved him truly. The beauty in that is greater than the bitterness of his death.

You have to say I am forgiven again and again until it becomes the story you believe about yourself.

Accept that this experience taught you something you didn't want to know. Accept that sorrow and strife are part of even a joyful life. Accept that it's going to take a long time for you to get that monster out of your chest. Accept that someday what pains you now will surely pain you less.

It seemed to me the way it must feel to people who cut themselves on purpose. Not pretty, but clean. Not good, but void of regret. I was trying to heal. Trying to get the bad out of my system so I could be good again. To cure me of myself.

The place of true healing is a fierce place. It's a giant place. it's a place of monstrous beauty and endless dark and glimmering light.