Quotes About Recovery

Our kind of love can go into remission, but it's always waiting to return. Like the world's sweetest cancer.

Sometimes the answer is at the bottom of a bottle.

I would have done anything to feel real again.

I'd been good about booze for six months, but nothing counted here.

Flotaré un rato, unas minivacaciones alejada de mi cerebro de arpía.

A guy I worked with and I talked it over about what you do with drunks. His dad was a reformed drunk. He told me you got to stop trying to help them out. You got to stop making excuses for them and not take excuses from them. You got to put them on a spot where they can't do nothing but face the truth because they aren't going to change a bit till they decide to do it. They got to be the ones who believe they've turned into dregs and something has got to be changed.

Okay, Croaker. What the hell happened?" "I don't know. The falling sickness?" "Give him some of his own soup," somebody suggested. "Serve him right." A tin cup appeared. We forced its contents down his throat. His eye clicked open. "What are you trying to do? Poison me? Feh! What was that? Boiled sewage?" "Your soup," I told him.

There is no time in the limbic system. Because of this our past often takes us over without warning and we relive it in ways that can be very troublesome. The

Why don't you share how you hurt your leg? I'm guessing it was a football injury." "No way," Barnstorm scoffs. "The tackler isn't born who can catch me. I was changing a lightbulb in the bathroom and I slipped off the toilet seat.

Actually, Chase is recalling more and more these days. He's still got a long way to go before his amnesia is totally cured. But every now and then, I'll see him in the school halls, gray in the face and haunted, and I know he's just remembered some horrible thing he did in his former life. Poor guy.

Which was still pretty ill.

Academics have given up trying to recover an honest picture of the past and have decided that their history-writing should be simply an instrument of moral hand-wringing.

Sir U__ fell down from a speeding train, Which did some damage to his brain, And after that he did not know How to pronounce the letter O.

Aber wie dem, der in einer schnellen Kreisbewegung drehend geworden, auch da noch, wenn er schon wieder still sitzt, die äussern Gegenstände mit ihm herum zu gehen scheinen: so wird auch das Herz, das zu heftig erschüttert worden, nicht auf einmal wieder ruhig.

He struck her so hard he broke her ribs and gave her scars for life.

War erases progress, leaves no trace of improvement.

I thought to myself: 'Is the pain a little less than when I went away?' and tried to persuade myself that it was so.

It's easier to get over a thing Scobie said, if you talk about it

If I could suffer like you, I could heal like you.

Why did you give Querry Deo Gratias?' 'He's cured, but he's a burnt-out case, and I don't want to send him away. He can sweep a floor and make a bed without fingers or toes.' 'Our visitors are sometimes fastidious.' 'I assure you Querry doesn't mind. In fact he asked for him.

It's an odd thing to think about, but try imagining that your breakup is a disease. If you were told that you had a serious yet curable disease, would you go get hammered on a regular basis? Eat two bags of Oreos? Chain-smoke, pop, pills, get stoned, or fuck around? NO YOU WOULDN'T. You would take great care of yourself and cut all the unhealthy things out of your life. Because you love yourself, and even if you don't right now, WE DO. So put the (insert vice here) and start moving on.

Breakups hurt like a motherf*#ker, but they are not the end of the world. The pain is temporary, and if handled properly, they can even be life-changing.

The time it takes to feel better about a breakup is directly proportional to the time it takes to feel better about yourself.

Things always come back into balance, though, right? Eventually." Dad goes very still, eerily so considering his disease. "Eventually. Balance came back in 1918 after twenty million deaths. It came back in 1945 after seventy million. It's getting the pendulum back to the midpoint that's the killer. And right now it's being pushed hard right, all around the world. The last gasp of Ozymandias—once more, with feeling.