Quotes About Healing

Neden ?efkat, yaralanmaktan daha çok incitir insan??

but the worst that could have happened was also already behind him; the thing not done,

Thoughts that are keeping you ill can be changed. In other words, your approach to your illness can be changed.

Present sensitization remains to be cured, whatever the original cause.

Sensitization alone is not enough, because without fear a body will quickly repair its sensitized state.

Just because you know it [my past]... doesn't mean that my wounds are a weight you have to carry. ~Kurogane-san

Even now I can't trust life. It did too many awful things to me as a kid.

Try seeking out a trauma-informed yoga instructor or a yoga therapist near you to get help that is specific to grief. If you cannot find a certified trauma-informed or therapeutic yoga instructor in your area, any gentle yoga class will help you relax to work through your moments of intense grief.

began an online support page, SilentGrief.com

When silentgrief.com quickly grew to a readership in the thousands, I knew there needed to be extra support. So I formed an online Facebook support group: Silent Grief – Child Loss Support. Thousands of bereaved parents and grandparents from around the world now visit daily seeking and receiving help and support.

We sit together in silence for a while. This is what I have always liked about James. We can make a good silence together. There's something between us that doesn't need words or actions. It settles around us and I can feel it now, hovering gently, ready to wrap me in its nebulous folds, like a delicate lace shawl. I want it to be like this always, something inside us meeting and holding hands, something calm and soothing and healing.

One day, when Mr. Lincoln was advocating binding up the wounds of the nation, forgiveness, and reconciliation, Thaddeus Stevens pounded the table and said, "Mr. Lincoln, I think enemies ought to be destroyed!" Mr. Lincoln quietly said, "Mr. Stevens, do I not destroy my enemy when I make him my friend?

Qué buscas? preguntó. No sabría decirlo susurré: el perdón la mandala ese perdón que es mío y no puedo otorgarme que camina conmigo y no viene de fuera ese perdón arisco que retumba en mis sienes que me oprime y hace brotar las lágrimas que lavan.

Sometimes writing a single line is enough to save your own heart.

Eu pedi socorro e não me foi negado. Senti-me então como se eu fosse um tigre com flecha mortal cravada na carne e que estivesse rondando devagar as pessoas medrosas para descobrir quem teria coragem de aproximar-se e tirar-lhe a dor. E então há a pessoa que sabe que tigre ferido é apenas tão perigoso como criança. E aproximando-se da fera, sem medo de tocá-la, arranca a flecha fincada.

How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it all.

Missy could fall down and hurt herself, even if I'm walking right there beside her. That doesn't mean that I allowed it to happen. She knows, as far as unconditional love, I'll pick her up and I'll carry her. I'll try to heal her. I'll cry when she cries. And I'll rejoice when she is well. In all the moments of my life, God has been right there beside me. The truth of God's love is not that He allows bad things to happen. It's His promise that He'll be there with us when they do.

Logic doesn't overcome pain.

porque la verdad que se nos niega duele hasta el último día.

A dor, a dilaceração, a fuga, o partir-se em mil pedaços que nunca mais voltarão a juntar-se, o olhar distante, o abandono, o abandonar-se, as cicatrizes, só podem ser narradas na primeira pessoa.

Cairn Stone This is the rock he lifted to lay upon a cairn in a high place. This rock, warmed by the near sun, felt right, somehow, in his hand. He decided to carry it down to his mother, who lay in bed, recovering. It is so easy to please a mother. Just to think of her for a moment, from a high place, and to carry that thought to her in the form of a stone.

Nobody notices, only you've known, you're not sick, not crazy, not angry, not sad-- It's just this, you're injured.

How to care for the injured body, the kind of body that can't hold the content it is living?

The world is wrong. You can't put the past behind you. It's buried in you; it's turned your flesh into its own cupboard. Not everything remembered is useful but it all comes from the world to be stored in you.