Quotes About Recovery

Time does not heal, It makes a half-stiched scar That can be broken and again you feel Grief as total as in its first hour

vaccinated every single condor—today there about four hundred

When the Alvarezes went looking for cores the company had drilled in the area, they were told that they'd been destroyed in a fire; really, though, they had just been misplaced.

Recently abandoned women can be complicated.

t's okay to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back. -

It was an endless, consuming nightmare that she escaped only in madness. And then the escape was not complete. Part of her knew, always.

She lay there all the day, falling out of her deep sleep into a hurt dream now and then but gathering back into nothingness and numbness in the end.

Grief, as I understood it - grief and I were acquainted - is the kind of loss that sets you on fire as you struggle to put it out.

But healing isn't the same as recovery, is it? Healing slides way down in your heart and settles there.

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

She is so relieved to know that he's better and is finally getting the sleep he needs and she misses him.

After a couple of days of complete hell , rest is at the top of the agenda. As he fades away to an overdue peacefulness, he misses her .

It's torture, not being able to talk to him!! She's been so, so worried. How she hopes he's finally doing better now and sleeping soundly.

Sometimes, in the afternoon, if the soaps aren't any good, I'll watch movies about angry, scared women who fight back or teenage girls who suffer but then overcome. There are always shower scenes in them, shots of the women scrubbing their abuse or grief away. I don't understand this. You can't make yourself clean like that, and fresh-scrubbed skin only invites attention.

ANYONE WHO HAS EVER GRIEVED knows that grieving carries with it a tremendous wear and tear to the body itself, never mind the soul. Loss is an assault; a certain exhaustion, as strong as the pull of the moon on the tides, needs to be allowed for eventually.

I thought how when I got out of the hospital I would never again walk down the sidewalk without giving thanks for being one of those people

Speaking of this, he felt something had been returned to him, as though the inestimable losses of life had been lifted like a boulder, and beneath he saw - under the attentive gaze of Daisy's blue eyes - the comforts and sweetness of what had once been.

As though he had known what Harmon didn't know, that lives get knit together like bones, and fractures might not heal.

cell phone. He gave her more water, told her to drink it slowly, then began leading her back the way they had come; her legs were

There was the sense of a war having occurred. One that was not yet over.

Over time Ficino, Colet, and their colleagues raised the art of recovering a corrupt text's lost meaning to a science, which they called philology. Cleaning up and clearing up the written works of antiquity became an Italian, and Florentine, specialty, as philology uncovered new or startling meanings in even the most familiar documents

Holiness requires as great, or almost as great, an effort; but holiness works on lines that were natural once; it is an effort to recover the ecstasy that was before the Fall. But sin is an effort to gain the ecstasy and the knowledge that pertain alone to angels, and in making this effort man becomes a demon.

When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react? There'll be a Bacchic accolade When they will have shot their wads! My stomach will surely contract If my sad heart they degrade! When they will have shot their wads, Oh, stolen heart, how will you react?