Quotes About Recovery

I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.

And then a Plank in Reason, broke/And I dropped down, and down

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things - time and an emotional replacement - to fully mend one.

You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end, You'll have no time for grievin'.

And although one broken heart doesn't make me an expert in the subject, I believe you need both things—time and an emotional replacement—to fully mend one.

But that's the thing about the sucker punch; the sucker element hurts worse than the punch.

Conversation felt healing, and we all needed that.

I don't know why hurting means getting better.

I was tired," she says. "I made a mistake." "You're not tired anymore?" She doesn't say anything. Then she says, "I am. But it's OK.

Miss N. had taught her nurses to watch carefully in order to understand what the ill required and provide it. Not medicine—that was the doctors' domain—but the things she argued were equally crucial to recovery: light, air, warmth, cleanliness, rest, comfort, nourishment, and conversation.

Those fruity stenches brought Lib back to Scutari, where the sedatives always seemed to run out halfway through a run of amputations. As

No entiendo por qué el dolor significa que te curas

What people don't understand when you've already been a suicide and pulled through is that after the sadness comes fear: Where is my mind going with this? I don't want to die. I do not want to die. When you don't have so much control over your own thoughts, over the myriad voices in your head, you don't know where they could go.

He meant everything he said, when he said it. But this is his default. And it won out. Right now you're depressed about one thing. Before you were depressed about everything. These are good times for you. I'm afraid of loving again. I'm afraid I've lost my faith. You haven't. The trapdoor I have in my mind? That can go to those bad places? It's almost gave way again. You know the ways to keep it nailed shut.

A metaphorical weight lifted from his allegorical chest and Artemis Fowl felt himself again.

Will you miss him Holly?" he asked suddenly. [...] "No," she said. "I will not miss him." But her eyes told the real story.

He took a deep, shuddering breath. Okay. I said it, it's out there. And I am fine now. So let's move on, shall we? What's the plan?

I was a broken boy, and you fixed me.

Ik heb het nog het best doorstaan, zou ze vermoedelijk ook niet bij de eerste de beste gelegenheid zeggen. Ik had alleen een geperforeerde long en een gebroken sleutelbeen. Je had moeten zien hoe de anderen eraan toe waren. - Holly

we're all wounded in some way, im just tryin to heal!

Losing your job is like having your identity stolen, like having what defined you run through a paper shredder. After a while the despair gets you, and it gets you good.

It's not the disease or infirmity that heals, it's the person.

Both dogs and people are nicer after hitting bottom.

Je ne me réveille jamais entier ; des parts de moi restent engluées dans le sommeil.