Quotes About Recovery

The SanctuCare women went over and welcomed them and said, "You're here now, it's all right," and the Gilead women started to cry. At the time I thought, 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.

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She resented, too, the nurse, or the many nurses, who had tended my father in the various hospitals. She wished him to owe his recovery to her alone - to her care, to her tireless devotion. That is the other side of selflessness: its tyranny.

I've cut myself off. I can feel the place where I used o be attached. It's raw, as when you grate your finger. It's a shredded mess of images. It hurts. But where exactly on me is this torn-off stem? Now here, now there. Meanwhile the other girl, the one with the memory, is coming nearer and nearer. She's catching up to me, trailing behind her, like red smoke, the rope we share.

But who can remember pain, once it's over? All that remains of it is a shadow, not in the mind even, in the flesh. Pain

She wished him to owe his recovery to her alone – to her care, to her tireless devotion. That is the other side of selflessness: its tyranny.

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. What

I have been a longtime perpetrator of hate crimes against myself, and I am turning myself in. I have had enough.

Anxiety-neurosis had been observed in soldiers in World War I, but once a soldier was removed from the stress of combat, symptoms generally disappeared.

Once, when she was six years old, she had fallen from a tree, flat on her stomach. She could still recall that sickening interval before breath came back into her body. Now, as she looked at him, she felt the same way she had felt then, breathless, stunned, nauseated.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

Database: the information you lose when your memory crashes.

It happens to us all. We drink too much, take one too many hits of acid, proposition the wrong prostitute and end up by the side of some freeway, disheveled and disoriented.

I'm thankful for all of my opportunities. But I'm not trying to have a career where I am hanging on one of Dr. Drew's rehab shows. I can go home.

[when asked about what he was most thankful about]: Being alive. After heart surgery, you dig that part. Breath, family and friends are just amazing. Just to have a second shot is pretty great!

Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.

I think my biggest achievement is that, after going through a rather difficult time, I consider myself comparatively sane.

All who drink of this remedy recover in a short time except those whom it does not help, who all die.

For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.

The boom, not the slump, is the right time for austerity at the Treasury.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

I feel certain that I'm going mad again, I feel we can't go thru another of those terrible times. And I shan't recover this time. I begin to hear voices

Healing in a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

There was a time when I was 19 when I really, really, really thought I was going crazy. I was exhausted and going through a terrible depression.