Quotes About Recovery

Another fever appeared at the same time, the relapsing fever called yellow fever because its victims became jaundiced. This fever also came from lice. A victim would suffer from a high fever for several days, seem to recover, and then relapse a week later. Many people died from this fever as well. Scurvy

His gun was gone, not to mention his arm.

Now go and get some rest; you look like a cat dragged you backward through a blackberry bush.

If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out that's not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven't even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound.

Se você enfia uma faca de 20cm em minhas costas e puxa 10cm para fora, isso não é progresso. Se você puxa-la inteira para fora, ainda não seria progresso. O progresso é curar a ferida que o golpe fez. Ainda nem começaram a remover a faca. Eles nem admitem que a faca está lá

When force of circumstance upsets your equanimity, lose no time in recovering your self-control, and do not remain out of tune longer than you can help. Habitual recurrence to the harmony will increase your mastery of it.

To recover your life is within your power; simply view things again as once you viewed them, for your revival rests in that.

11. Cuando por la concurrencia de las circunstancias te vieres como desconcertado, vuelve en seguida sobre ti y no te propases fuera de lo justo más tiempo del necesario. Serás tanto más dueño de la armonía de tus actos cuanto más a menudo la recuperes.

look at your life as a series of sprints, they say, rather than a marathon. Impose on your life a set of routines that allow you to stress yourself, then recover, stress, then recover, and you will find that, over time, your capacity, your resilience, and your energy will all expand.

It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.

But who can remember pain, once it's over?

When you can't tell the difference between your own pleasure and your pain then you're an addict.

She is about to add, I have scars, inside me, but she stops herself. What is a scar, Oh Toby? That would be the next question. Then she'd have to explain what a scar is. A scar is like writing on your body. It tells about something that once happened to you, such as a cut on your skin where blood came out.

A divorce is like an amputation, you survive but there's less of you.

I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.

It's okay, mummy's in there lying on the floor. She'll be alright in an hour or so.

They meet in church basements and offer bandages to those wounded by the shrapnel of exploding families.

Second-hand American was spreading over him in patches, like mange or lichen. He was infested, garbled, and I couldn't help him: it would take such time to heal, unearth him, scrape down to where he was true.

She stood for a long time, breathing in and breathing in, the scent of the trees and dogs and night flowers and water, because this was the best thing, it was what she wanted, to be outside in the night by herself. She wasn't sick any longer.

Pero quién puede recordar el dolor, una vez que éste ha desaparecido? Todo lo que queda de él es una sombra, ni siquiera en la mente ni en la carne. El dolor deja una marca demasiado profunda como para que se vea, una marca que queda fuera del alcance de la vista y de la mente.

Mouth to mouth I'm bringing you back to life. Why did you drown like that without telling? What numbed you? What rose over your head was gradual and only everybody's air, standard & killing. Your head floats on your hand, on water, you turn over, your heart returns unsteadily to its two strong notes. I'm bringing you back to life, it's mutual.

Why cry, you should be happy, you got out. But after all that's happened to me since that day, I understand why. You hold it in, whatever it is, until you can make it through the worst part. Then, once you're safe, you can cry all the tears you couldn't waste time crying before.

It's possible to go so far in, so far down and back, they could never get you out.

Fallow state, the Gardeners would say. They used that diagnosis for a wide range of conditions, from depression to post-traumatic stress to being permanently stoned. The theory was that while in a Fallow state you were gathering and conserving strength, nourishing yourself through meditation, sending invisible rootlets out into the universe.