Quotes About Recovery

Time didn't heal all wounds. Counseling certainly helped glue the broken pieces back together, but mended cracks remained vulnerable forever.

The second Morgan son, Rick, had changed in more ways than Deke could count since he'd been shot six months ago. He'd taken medical leave and gone back to school. "Near death experiences," he'd said, "have a way of lining up all the stray ducks in your life.

Even if they found her alive, her life would never be the same. "I hope so.

Whatever we recall, if we respond to it with love, we can transform even those memories we think of as injustices. With love we go into forgiveness. We forgive what happened and we forgive ourselves. The result is that our agreement changes and we recover a little more of the totality of ourselves.

God's got a lot of explaining to do. Of course, God never explains. When life breaks your heart, you're just supposed to pick up the pieces and start all over, I guess.

I stared at the objects before me: cold coffee in a cup of thick white glass, folded napkin, spoon with a liquid coffee shadow on its face. Symbols of order and humility, comfort and banality. These were the things of my life; I had been sitting at these goddamn coffee tables all my life recovering from what other people had done to me.

When you've been hurt enough as a kid (maybe at any age), it's like you have a trick knee. Most of your life, you can function like an adult, but add in the right portions of sleeplessness and stress and grief, and the hurt, defeated self can bloom into place.

PART I Escape from the Tropic of Squalor

Then it hits me. I'm actually kneeling before a toilet. The throne, as other drunks call it. How many drunken nights and slungover mornings did I worship at this altar, emptying myself of poison. And yet to pray to something above me, something invisible, had—before now—seemed degrading.

We have to bring back his eye by the

How about suicide rate. And what a shame to lose them after they've made it back. We keep them alive, but we don't teach them how to live.

We gave Mrs. Peterson some shit for her quinsy and now she's doing fine!

He recovers and seems to possess all his earlier faculties, with one exception: the formerly mild-mannered Gage is now something of a hellion, an impulsive shit-starter.

Fully half of all transplant patients, I found out, develop postoperative psychological problems of some sort.

This state of mind preyed upon my health, which had perhaps never entirely recovered from the first shock it had sustained. I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

I was a shattered wreck,--the shadow of a human being.

Ever since the fatal night, the end of my labours, and the beginning of my misfortunes, I had conceived a violent antipathy even to the name of natural philosophy. When I was otherwise quite restored to health, the sight of a chemical instrument would renew all the agony of my nervous symptoms. Henry saw this, and had removed all my apparatus from my view.

Nada é mais doloroso para a alma humana do que a lassidão, o trágico marasmo, que sobrevêm à rápida seqüência de fatos e sentimentos tumultuosos, como a paisagem desoladora da floresta após a passagem destruidora da tormenta

Her health, and even the tranquillity of her hitherto constant spirit, had been shaken by what she had gone through.

Life had stopped. Life would have to go on. Life went on, and in time the unbelievable began to happen; pleasure and happiness came back, and even joy. But love? Not again. I said it very firmly. Not again.

He lost no time in endeavouring to seek him out, with the hope of persuading him to begin the world again

You have suffered a land-, I a sea-wreck.

After desolation, grief brings back our humanity

After a storm comes a calm.