Quotes About Healing

O! he give to us his Joy That our grief he may destroy; Till our grief is fled and gone He doth sit by us and moan.

I feel very sorry for myself - that is what grief is.

What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?

Music hath charms to sooth a savage breast.

Music has charms to soothe the savage beast.

War is an episode, a crisis, a fever the purpose of which is to rid the body of fever. So the purpose of a war is to end the war.

She clung to that which had robbed her, as people do.

You are suffering from disappointment. But this will pass away. The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

I could still see the smoke stack. That's where the water would be, healing out to the sea and the peaceful grottoes.

Ay, grief goes, fades; we know that–but ask the tear ducts if they have forgotten how to weep.

It's a comfortable thing, music is.

Something to forgive is a purer joy than geometry.

I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.

I could feel almost my heart emptying into my pillow. Iguess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time.

I did some Twelfth Step work down there once before. They put alcoholics right in with the crazy people. It's horrible—these men all twisted and shaking—eyes all foggy and full of pain. Some guy there with his fists clamped together, so he couldn't kill anyone. There was a young man, just a young man, had scratched his eyes out.

DOC    No Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no, Baby. We should never feel bad about what's past. What's in the past can't be helped. You Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you've got to forget it and live for the present. If you can't forget the past, you stay in it and never get out.

Of all that we're asked to give others in this life, the most difficult to offer may be forgiveness.

Everything that's been done to us we carry forever. Most of us do our damnedest to hold on to the good and forget the rest. But somewhere in the vault of our hearts, in a place our brains can't or won't touch, the worst is stored, and the only sure key to it is in our dreams.

Of all that we're asked to give others in this life, the most difficult to offer may be forgiveness.

The three things most difficult are to keep a secret, to forget an injury, and to make good use of leisure.

She was Remade she was (Remade scum), he knew it, he saw it, and still he felt incessantly what was inside him, and he felt a great scab of habit and prejudice split from him, part from his skin where his homeland had inscribed him deep. [...]There was a caustic pain as he peeled off a clot of old life and exposed himself open and unsure to her, to new air. [...] His feelings welled out and bled together (their festering ceased) and they began to resolve, to heal in a new form, to scar.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with the loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say good-bye.

In time, in time they tell me, I'll not feel so bad. I don't want time to heal me. There's a reason I'm like this. I want time to set me ugly and knotted with loss of you, marking me. I won't smooth you away. I can't say goodbye.