Quotes About Recovery

Disco...is great for healing.

The dead aren't the only ones who vanish: you, too, can disappear in plain sight if enough is taken from you. I was still missing, in many ways. And I wasn't sure I wanted to be found.

But mostly, I cried because my life had been going full speed for so long and now it had just stopped, like running right into a big brick wall, knocking the wind and the fight right out of me. And I didn't know if I ever even wanted to get up and start breathing again.

Life was going on. I didn't even have a scar, this time, to remind me of what happened. But sometimes, when I glanced sideways at Rogerson in the car, or right before I fell asleep at night, I would have a sudden flash of his face again, how it had literally changed right before my eyes. And even as life settled back to normal, and we never discussed it, there was a part of me waiting, always braced and ready for him to do it again.

It was like Abe took some part of him when he went, you know? He's never been the same.

She knew that what she was going through was nothing special, just garden-variety heartbreak, the sort of thing that poets and novelists had been writing about for hundreds of years, but she also knew, from those same books, that there were people who never recover form it, ones who go on through life beset by a dim and painful longing.

It was awful, but it's over. And now I feel like I'm finally coming up for air. Yes, well, it's been a very stressful time for both of us, said Leonard. How has it been stressful for you? said Holly. I had that move. Holly just looked at him. What, said Leonard. You moved apartments said Holly.

There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry.

I didn't tell him that even after a crash, a key still fits the ignition. There just isn't anything left to drive.

Getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.

Only a fire can teach you what survives a fire. No, it teaches you what can survive that fire.

Like a lot of once devout people who have lost their faith, I had holes the size of heaven and hell in my head and in my heart.

how many days without a radio it will take to get my songs back?

He believed that he must, that he could and would recover the good things, the happy things, the easy tranquil things of life. He had made mistakes, but he could overlook these. He had been a fool, but that could be forgiven. The time wasted--must be relinquished. What else could one do about it? Things were too complex, but they might be reduced to simplicity again. Recovery was possible.

A person can become tired of looking himself over and trying to fix himself up. You can spend the entire second half of your life recovering from the mistakes of the first half

There I stretched out on the low bed and remained for days, sick. If Tertullian came to the window of heaven to rejoice in the sight of the damned, as he said he'd do, he might have seen my leg across his line of vision through the sunlight. That was how I felt.

No ha sido esa larga enfermedad -mi vida- sino esa larga convalecencia, también mi vida. La revisión liberal-burguesa, la ilusión del perfeccionamiento, el veneno de la esperanza.

Genius must be the recovery of the powers of childhood by an act of the creative

What is the subconscious process of healing? What does it take? Perhaps it is something like how old schoolers would say you heal from a snakebite: having to spit out the venom again and again until there is no more.

Realistically, the last advice you want to hear when you are in a terrible mood isThink of something happy. If you're experiencing genuine misfortune, you probably just need time and distance to recover. For the truly bad moods, exercise, nutrition, sleep,and time are the smart buttons to push. Once you get back to your baseline level of happiness, you'll be in a better position to get the benefits of daydreaming.

I'm not sure what I am anymore... Sometimes I think I'm nothing but what other people have done to me?a big collection of brainwashing, surgeries, and cures... That, and all the mistakes I've made. All the people I've disappointed.

Tally wondered if you could talk somebody out of their brain damage.

She'd never have to cut herself again. She carries a knife inside herself now, one that was always cutting her. She could feel it every time she swallowed, every time her thoughts strayed.

Sometimes, when I am ready to commit suicide, she sings that air; and instantly the gloom and madness which hung over me are dispersed, and I breathe freely again.