Quotes About Recovery

Pain will come with time, but time will heal the pain.

Physical pain was easy. It would always pass in the end. All it needed was time - a ticking clock.

Coming to terms with the fact that my marriage was a failure was devastating and very difficult. I blamed myself for a lot of things. It took me a very long time to get over it.

For some reason, every time I get a little bit under the weather, I've got zero patience.

Anorexia taught me to love life and to realise that starving yourself to death is a bloody waste of time. It's awful, and it hurts so many people around you. It's a terribly selfish thing to do.

When the season ends, I like to take a little time off from the diet I follow when I'm playing.

Forgiveness takes time. It is the last step of the grieving process.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.

Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spent the rest of the day putting the pieces together.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again

The broken bone, once set together, is stronger than ever.

I liken an affair to the shattering of a Waterford crystal vase. You can glue it back together, but it will never be the same again.

The world is like a dropped pie most of the time. Don't kill yourself trying to put it back together. Just grab a fork and eat some of it off the floor. Then carry on.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

When two broken people bring their broken pieces together, chances are they will never become a whole anything.

He's very pretty. For a human." "He's very broken," said Magnus. "Like a lovely vase that someone has smashed. Only luck and skill can put it back together the way it was before.

You spend so much time, so much effort, trying to hold yourself together. And then everything falls apart anyway.

As I laid in the hospital bed I started thinking that I had a show to do. I was hoping the Doctor would put me together so I could do the show.

There are hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

It was beginning to feel like an almost familiar place to be. But perhaps hitting this new low had something to be said for it, she thought now, this morning, after she had awoken and realized in some surprise that she had slept for several hours. At least now there was no further down to go. And

I did nothing to defend my own child, and now I fear that she will never recover.

She tried not to think. She tried to allow the quietness and the dusk to soothe her and heal her.

It was nothing short of amazing, in fact, how the human spirit could be rocked to its core by the most catastrophic events life could throw its way and yet steady itself and recover—and then thrive.

I had to forget you, force you from my thoughts and my heart. I could not have stayed sane else.