Quotes About Recovery

She doesn't feel like crying anymore.

What do you do then? When it's like that/" "Nothing. I lie there and wait, and remind myself over and over that it doesn't last forever. that there will be another day and after that, yet another day. One of those days, I'll get up and eat breakfast and feel okay." "Another day." "Yes.

The woman pushed up the arms of her long-sleeved shirt and turned to the digital readout of her treadmill. A scar wound down her right forearm, jagged, like from a knife, not clean like from an operation. There was a story there.

As if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.

But if I am a criminal, am I, then, an addict? Am I, then, a failure?

If you're a drug addict," says Taft, "there is something you need to know." "What?" "Drugs are not your friend." Taft looks serious. "Drugs are not your friend and also people should be your friends.

Silence is a productive coating over pain." -We Were Liars

I hit my fist into the wall of the shower. I washed off the shame and anger in cold, cold water.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

Life had proved a blind alley, with a muck heap at the end of it, and he must cut back and start again.

Then he changed the subject, and, being without memory, she recovered her temper.

Even if our home burns down we can rebuild it. But the things that we got for nothing, we can never replace.

The knife of corruption endangered the life of New York City. The scalpel of the law is making us well again.

I got over my wave of giving a shit and then regained my senses.

We must acquire honesty, humility, appreciation, and kill self-centeredness to keep sober.

THE majority of us are permitted to cope with the important events of our lives in a decently leisurely manner – with ample breathing-space, that is to say, in which to assimilate one shock and recuperate before the next.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

when his drinking had cost him discharge from the Army. He had known it again after Shiloh, that uncoordinated

I know what my heart is like       Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool       Left there by the tide,       A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge. — Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Ebb," Collected Poems . (Harper Perennial Modern Classics; Second Addition edition March 8, 2011)

But the human mind, when it reaches the bottom of the abyss, must bounce back or disintegrate entirely.

And if it is true that we acquired our knowledge before our birth, and lost it at the moment of birth, but afterward, by the exercise of our senses upon sensible objects, recover the knowledge which we had once before, I suppose that what we call learning will be the recovery of our own knowledge . . . PLATO*

I don't do alcohol anymore — I get the same effect just standing up fast.

Words can make a deeper scar than silence can heal.

They that be whole need not a physician, but they that are sick.