Quotes About Recovery

Having lost his worldly goods, the refugee had become a fabulous collector, lugging around the portable property of memory and quotation.

I had seen these transformations, people who had lost their will to live, coming back from their zombie states and radiating a new life force from their eyes.

My work was done, so it was time to start digging my grave again.

When you realize that there's a name and a description for this condition that you thought was insanity, you've identified the problem, and now you can do something about it.

Always, you wake up to an unpleasant memory and an unpleasant body and your spirit is reduced to a pile of dirty ashes residing somewhere inside of your ass. You've gotta face the music, which is a beautiful island outside, but you can't even bear to look out the window.

I was withering away, mentally, spiritually, physically, creatively- everything was fading out.

But I was stuck in my Groundhog year, waking up every morning to the same gray reality of copping to feel right. I went on another horrible heroin run with Kim and stopped being productive. I was withering away, mentally, spiritually, physically, creatively—everything was fading out. Sometimes doing heroin was nice and dreamy and euphoric and carefree, almost romantic-feeling. In reality, I was dying and couldn't quite see that from being so deep in my own forest.

I was on my way into a liquor store to buy some paraphernalia, but I was so full of toxins that I had to casually stroll over and vomit into the gutter. As I vomited, I looked down and spotted those three intact balloons full of heroin. "Yeah! Free drugs. I hit the jackpot!" I thought, and fished out the balloons and saved myself a trip downtown.

Drug addiction is a progressive disease, so every time you go out, it gets a little uglier than it was before; it's not like you go back to the early days of using, when there was less of a price to pay. It isn't fun anymore, but it's still desperately exciting.

Moreland used to say love was like sea-sickness. For a time everything round you heaved about and you felt you were going to die – then you staggered down the gangway to dry land, and a minute or two later could hardly remember what you had suffered, why you had been feeling so ghastly.

If you lose 50%, it takes 100% to get back to where you started—and that takes something you can never get back: time.

We had just finished the world's greatest depression and there were many bankrupt companies. But a war causes a demand for almost every product, so during a war almost every company will prosper again. So

Wounds sometimes must be opened in order that they may be healed.

My dear, the least said the soonest mended," said Mrs. French.

Poor Mr. Smith, having been so rudely dragged from his high horse, was never able to mount it again, and completed the lecture in a manner not at all comfortable to himself.

During his prison days his wife had to support herself as she might. The decent articles of furniture which they had put together were sold; she gave up their little house, and, bowed down by misery, she also was brought near to death. When he was liberated he at once got work; but those who have watched the lives of such people know how hard it is for them to recover lost ground.

Everything is going badly because at this moment the morbid conscience has an essential interest in not recovering from its own sickness.

We all woke up this morning and we had with it the amazing return of our conscious mind. We recovered minds with a complete sense of self and a complete sense of our own existence — yet we hardly ever pause to consider this wonder.

It [treating trauma] may even cause you to reconsider some of your previous views of the world and to revise your sociopolitical perspectives.

Just like I know that the stages of grief - denial, anger, bargaining, acceptance, or whatever - don't come in a neat order. Sometimes they return over and over, like waves that alternate between pulling you under and spitting you back onto the shore -Piper

By helping to heal my own heart, you mean?" Avi asked. "Yes." "You're right," he agreed. "Even if the letter didn't reach Hamish, it reached me. That's true. It was for me an outward expression of an inward recovery of friendship. Hamish may not have received it, but in writing it I finally received him and began to receive others like him.

The counselor says that we are at the beginning of a long, uphill journey. She says, Relapse is a part of recovery. I think, You have got to be fucking kidding me. I say, Do I look like someone who's ready for a long, uphill journey? Lucy snickers for a second, and I love her. I lover her much more than I want to. But I am worn down and out. The thought of another trip crushes me. I tell Lucy, You are my family. But I'm not coming with you.

You must feel all the feelings so you can heal all the healings.

For instance, it is not the function of medicine to restore a patient to health, but only to promote this end as far as possible; for even those whose recovery is impossible may be properly treated.