Quotes About Recovery

If your heart is broken, make art with the pieces." [ Blueprint for a Breakthrough (2013)]

Sometimes becoming drug free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

I lost my sense of trust, honesty and compassion. I crashed down and became what I consider an emotional mess. I've never been so miserable in my whole life. I just wanted to go to bed and never get up.

I temporarily lost my hope in love, and it was temporary, thank goodness.

Dysphonia is not a singing problem. It's a voice box issue in the muscle on the voice, very different from having a nodule on the vocal cords, which I've never had. I'm lucky that I've never had that. It needs a long renewal time, and even today, I am still addressing it.

For a while I couldn't leave the house by myself. Even if I was just grocery shopping alone, I'd get self-conscious.

More than a thousand days we've been together, more than a thousand songs I've sung for her, and only now, I think, do I see Saren truly begin to heal.

Hope had been beaten to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So much easier not to feel.

and thought how her chest felt like a gutted walnut shell, and wondered if that sensation might last forever.

Hope had beaten her to death. She dried her eyes, shut down her heart, and plunged herself into an emotional coma. So much easier not to feel.

but kids get past things pretty quickly and none of them seem to care anymore.

Lexi is still recovering. I don't want to overwork her. I think I want to take her back home and let her rest up for the day.

A scar signifies past pain, a wound that did not heal as it ought. But it testifies, too, to survival...(Here be Dragons)

For every wound, the ointment of time.

I know people will say that it's because of the accident that I came back to church-well, they're right. I'm not too proud to know when a problem is bigger than I am.

All the salve in the world can't cure what gets broken in somebody's soul" -Mama

Stella expected to see fire in Mr. Spencer's eyes, fire like the flames that had made tinder of his house. Instead his eyes were soft, gentle, and brown like the earth. "I have to show them they didn't destroy me," he said simply.

think I'll go to church with Mama this Sunday. / know people will say that it's because of the accident that / came back to church- well, they're right. I'm not too proud to know when a problem is bigger than / am.

Maybe I'm half over who he was, but not who I thought he was, and not over the wound, sudden deathblow as if out of nowhere, though it came from the core of our life together.

if I want to know a poem, Biblically, respiratorily, cardio- vascularly, I chart the rhythms of its lines—and I no longer fear that beat interests me so deeply because I was a child beaten to the 4/4 beat

The six men set off for Amberg, twenty miles away, where there was a convalescent hospital.

Hello, Presley residence." "Mrs. Presley, this is Dallas Memorial. I have—" Penny started to weep. "Oh my God, he's dead, isn't he?" "No, no, Mrs. Presley. Quite the contrary. The doctor wanted you to know that we think your husband is waking up." Penny's emotions shuddered to a stop. Not dead? Not dead after all? Waking up? What the hell was all this about?

And, yes, there would be laughter again one day, and there would be times of calm, and times she felt peaceful in her heart. But it would be the absence

it was as if that long-healed wound was raw again; all the complex memories crowded once more to the forefront of her mind. An old despair should not feel so new, but a new despair could haul an old one out of hiding.