Quotes About Recovery

I regained my soul through literature after those times I'd lost it to wild-eyed gypsy girls on the European streets.

I want a woman, Dad. I want somebody to love me. I wanna to be free again. I wanna walk in the backyard on the grass. I wanna put my bare feet in the ocean. I wanna run along the sand and feel it on my feet. I wanna stand up in the shower with the hot water streaming down my legs, in the morning...I wanna explode, Dad. I wanna get out of this fucking body I'm in. I wanna be a man again...I just wanna be a man again.

For the same reason a disease cannot be cured by more of the germ that caused it, the inflation and debt accumulation of the Obama years will not inflate our way out of it.

The mentally ill people in our lives, as they strive to build healthy, well-supported, and rewarding lives for themselves, can show us all how to reconnect with the most primal of human urges, the urge to be of use, disentangling from social striving, consumer obsession, cynicism, boredom, and isolation, and honoring it among the true sources of human happiness.

Even under the best of circumstances, the road back from war is difficult.

Label a soldier as mentally ill, support that illness, show him that it is what interests you about him, and he will be ill and stay ill. Expectation, gentlemen, expectation.

John W. Hinckley

Recession is when your neighbor loses his job. Depression is when you lose yours. And recovery is when Jimmy Carter loses his.

Pero ya digo que la recuperación no existe: no es posible volver a ser quien eras. Existe la reinvención, y no es mala cosa. Con suerte, puede que consigas reinventarte mejor que antes. A fin de cuentas, ahora sabes más.

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

tendons. They tore and snapped, making

Honey, we're all broken in some way. What matters is the care we take putting the pieces back together. And half the time, the re-creation is more wonderful than the old teacup we started with.

I saved myself by starting a story.... I fainted, lost breath, so that I could hardly keep moving my lips. But I did continue and recovered. I got well by talking. Death could not get a word in edgewise, grew discouraged, and traveled on.

Missing only the prefix. The ex.

I'd taken a pink eraser to my childhood and blurred the pain.

Murder didn't just take one life; it stole the essence, will, and ease from everyone it touched. It took their old lives and left them to make their way in a completely new and uncertain world.

time did heal all wounds. Well, not completely. But after a fashion. Time put a big Band-Aid on them. So that life could go on.

I'm sure we should not shut our hearts against the healing influences that nature offers us. But i understand your feeling. I think we all experience the same thing. We resent the thought that anything can please use when someone we love is no longer here to share the pleasure with us, and we almost feel as we were unfaithful to our sorrow when we find our interest in life returning to us

Like all junkies, I guess I'd thought for a long time that my environment was the problem. My situation. The people I knew.

It never ceased to amaze me how much I could hate the world when I wasn't stoned. It seemed such a hostile place. And yet, get a good blast in me, and my love for humanity was abundant.

night. She was taking more of an interest in things and her appetite had improved with the result that she was looking much better. She had persuaded both girls to go out for a walk. It was cold but bright and sunny. 'It will do you both good. You don't

It's better to be under-trained and rested than to be overtrained and tired.     ~

This transformation occurred by virtue of the fact that Orestes was willing to accept responsibility for his mental illness.

Have you ever tried to get to your feet with a sprained dignity?