Quotes About Recovery

When I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice-cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

He warmed up soon after, but when I picked him up originally, the boy's spirit was soft and cold, like ice cream. He started melting in my arms. Then warming up completely. Healing.

Painting completed my life. I lost three children and a series of other things that would have fulfilled my horrible life. My painting took the place of all this. I think work is the best. (Frida Kahlo, p. 157)

Everybody dreams about being harmed. It's easy. Much tougher to recover from the dream of harming…

She had to learn this painful lesson. And quickly. If you let it, grief could swallow you whole.

The bad part is life continues. The good part is that the pain goes away.

When one had once suffered a great hurt, there was always a weakness afterward, a vulnerability where there had been wholeness and strength before - and innocence.

Was there to be some healing after all? Was healing possible when grave damage had been done? Was wholeness possible when one had been horribly maimed.

Had he healed one wound only to open another?

war often wounds the soul as deeply as it does the body, sometimes more so.

Ah, my love. Once dreams were shattered, there could be no assurance that they could ever be pieced together and dreamed again.

am not strong enough yet to stand much noise or excitement

Yet somehow the thing that startled me most, after a week or two had passed, was that I had in fact survived.

Es que la vida era sólo una tempestad que arrasaba con todo, dejando tras ella sólo algo yermo e irreconocible?

Nadie es capaz de hablar honestamente de sus sufrimientos hasta que ha dejado de sentirlos.

Kad treba preboljeti razo?arenje, nema ni?eg boljeg od rada.

Every time I happened to read an account in the newspaper of some little shop that had made, say, bicycle parts before the war, and was now back in business almost as though the war had never happened, I had to tell myself that if our entire nation could emerge from its own dark valley, there was certainly hope that I could emerge from mine.

Nadie es capaz de hablar honestamente de sus sufrimientos hasta que no ha dejado de sentirlos.

After I heard that I had had a heart attack, how I lived in my body changed, and my doctor should have found a way to let me know he recognized that.

Stories have to repair the damage that illness has done to the ill person's sense of where she is in life, and where she may be going. Stories are a way of redrawing maps and finding new destinations.

Pointed in the wrong direction, trapped outside their own history and unable to retrace their steps because their footprints had been swept away.

When the last soldier has gone, the people climb over the debris of the burnt house. The tin sheets that were once the roof are still smouldering. A scorched trunk lies open, flames still leaping out of it. What was in it that burns so beautifully?

Over coffee Mr. Hollick proposed that Babà go away for a while. For a holiday. To a clinic perhaps, for treatment. For as long as it took him to get better. And for the period of time that he was away, Mr. Hollick suggested that Ammu be sent to his bungalow to be "looked after.

When his bouts of violence began to include the