Quotes About Healing

It is dreadful that one cannot tear the past out by the roots.

In spite of the many pills she swallowed and the drops and powders out of the little bottles and boxes of which Madame Schoss, who was fond of such things, made a large collection, and in spite of being deprived of the country life to which she was accustomed, youth prevailed. Natasha's grief began to be overlaid by the impressions of daily life, it ceased to press so painfully on her heart, it gradually faded into the past, and she began to recover physically.

Praštati ne zna?i samo re?i: praštam, nego iš?upati iz srca srdnju, zlo ose?anje prema onom ko nas je uvredio. A da to u?inimo, treba samo da se setimo svojih greha; a kad se njih setimo, zacelo ?emo na?i u sebi još gorih stvari nego što su one zbog kojih se srdimo.

Grief is never fatal.

One can't cure anything. Our body is a machine for living. It is organized for that, it is its nature. Let life go on in it unhindered and let it defend itself, it will do more than if you paralyze it by encumbering it with remedies.

Only the people who are capable to love immensely can, also, feel immense pain: but that same need of love serves them as the cure against pain and it heals them. Because of that, mental nature is stronger than physical nature. Pain never kills.

A spiritual wound produced by a rending of the spiritual body is like a physical wound and, strange as it may seem, just as a deep wound may heal and its edges join, physical and spiritual wounds alike can yet heal completely only as the result of a vital force from within.

She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of silt that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which, taking root, would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed. The wound had begun to heal from within.

En algunos instantes, después de prolongados sufrimientos, lo que más anhelaba -aunque le habría dado vergüenza confesarlo-era que alguien le tuviese lástima como se le tiene lástima a un niño enfermo. Quería que le acariciaran, que le besaran, que lloraran por él, como se acaricia y consuela a los niños.

A spiritual wound produced by a rending of the spiritual body is like a physical wound and, strange as it may seem, just as a deep wound may heal and its edges join, physical and spiritual wounds alike can yet heal completely only as the result of a vital force from within. Natasha's wound healed in that way. She thought her life was ended, but her love for her mother unexpectedly showed her that the essence of life—love—was still active within her. Love awoke and so did life.

Some of them were scarred from head to foot where they had been whipped. One man's back was nearly all one scar, as if the skin had been chopped up and left to heal in ridges. Another had scars on the back of his neck, and from that all the way to his heels every little ways; but that was not such a sight as the one with the great solid mass of ridges from his shoulders to his hips. That beat all the antislavery sermons ever yet preached.

Thought I couldn't live without you It's gonna hurt when it heals too Even though I really love you I'm gonna smile cause I deserve to Quickly I'm learning to love again All I know is I'mma be ok

Ah, grief makes us precise!

It's four in the morning, the end of december I'm writing you now just to see if you're better.

There is a crack in everything

I greet you from the other side of sorrow and despair, with a love so vast and shattered it will reach you everywhere.

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

BLESSED ARE YOU WHO HAS given each man a shield of loneliness so that he cannot forget you. You are the truth of loneliness, and only your name addresses it. Strengthen my loneliness that I may be healed in your name, which is beyond all consolations that are uttered on this earth. Only in your name can I stand in the rush of time, only when this loneliness is yours can I lift my sins toward your mercy.

I write to murder the selves that whisper untruths to me.

There is a crack, a crack, in everything. That's how the light gets in.

Brevman conosce una ragazza di nome Shell che si è fatta fare i buchi alle orecchie per mettersi lunghi orecchini di filigrana. I fiori si sono infettati e adesso lei ha una piccola cicatrice su ciascun lobo. Lui le ha scoperte sotto i capelli di lei. (…) I bambini mostrano le cicatrici come medaglie. Gli amanti le usano come segreti da svelare. Una cicatrice è quello che succede quando la parola si fa carne.

Embracing the Light Collected bits of truth Shimmering sparks Shards of light Merge Healing Restoring Bursting Bright Rising in divine ecstatic flame.

The Gathering According to the Kabbalah, in the beginning everything was God. When God contracted to make room for creation, spiritual energy filled the void. The energy poured into vessels which strained to hold the great power. The vessels shattered, sending countless shards, bits of the glowing matter, into the vastness of the universe. These scattered bits of divine light must be collected. When the task is done the forces of the dark will be vanquished and the world will be healed.

Death augments distance and dulls the memory. Death reconciles.