Quotes About Healing

Bury the pain of losing your loved ones... into the arms of your friends.

LA ENZIMA PRODIGIOSA – LA CLAVE PARA EL CÓDIGO DE LA VIDA Tu cuerpo tiene la gran capacidad milagrosa de curarse a sí mismo. De hecho, tu cuerpo es el único sistema curativo que puede restablecer tu equilibrio cuando te ataca una enfermedad. La medicina puede ayudar a tu cuerpo en caso de emergencia y la cirugía puede ser necesaria en determinadas circunstancias, pero sólo tu cuerpo tiene la capacidad de curarse.

En la medicina moderna se piensa que a menos que el cáncer sea removido quirúrgicamente, el órgano enfermo no se curará solo. Pero ésa no ha sido mi experiencia. El sistema inmunológico y la fuerza de curación natural de los seres humanos parecen ser más poderosos de lo que se cree comúnmente.

The past, like a severed limb, tried to fix itself onto the body of the present.

The object of my relationship with Vietnam has been to heal the wounds that exist, particularly among our veterans, and to move forward with a positive relationship ... Apparently some in the Vietnamese government don't want to do that and that's their decision.

From time to time, I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life, the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died, when I went through a divorce, and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

Once someone's hurt you, it's harder to relax around them, harder to think of them as safe to love. But it doesn't stop you from wanting them.

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubbornness.

A heart of stone can still be broken.

The only way to end grief was to go through it.

You didn't get what you deserved, but you don't have to live inside that one story forever. No one's heart has to remain stone.

If you want my advice," he says slowly, "love doesn't grow well, fed on pain. Grant me that I know that at least.

only under the water can I allow myself to weep. Only under the water can I admit that I almost died and that I was terrified and that I wish there was someone to whom I could tell all that.

That was seven years ago. The doctors told her father the memory would fade, like the big messy scar on her arm, but neither ever did.

Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it. As she realized that, his song began to change. It grew softer, sweeter, like the morning after a long cry, when your head still hurt but your heart was no longer broken.

love doesn't grow well, fed on pain.

loss sings to loss

He knew about cures and poultices and the medicinal value of kisses.

How do people like us take off our armor? One piece at a time.

I feel the stitches holding me together as though I am a rag doll with stuffing trying to leak out.

I feel like a constellation of wounds, held together with string and stubborness.

Long live Jude,' she says with a wink, setting down the tray on a table with a clatter of the pots and saucers and whatnot. 'No thanks to me.' I grin. 'Good thing you're a lousy shot.' She holds up a packet of herbs. 'A poultice. To draw any fever from the blood and help the patient heal faster. Unfortunately, it won't draw the sting from your tongue.

I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn't have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing.

How do people like us take off our armour? One piece at a time.