Quotes About Recovery

I was anorexic. I was in hell. Now I eat what I want, and I'm still a model. So you see, it works.

I mean, if you're gonna purposely lose your mind, you want to get it back some day. Don't you? Okay, maybe not.

His wounds now bear scars, and those scars dull all feeling. You may see that as a flaw, but I assure you, just as the body will protect what was damaged, so too will the soul.

She was glad she'd missed the river of corpses that must have filled the city streets during the initial phase of clean-up - wagon after wagon groaning beneath the weight of crushed bodies, white flesh seared by fire and slashed by sword, rat-gnawed and raven-pecked - men, women, and children.

The scars without are the scars within.

Some wounds never heal, and that man has just taken such a wounding.

She pushed herself upright, stumbling as pain closed iron bands around her ankles.

Feelings lose their edge, leaving us to suffer naught but a plague of bruises, and, after a time, bruises fade.

Listen, friend, I've known a lot of drunks in my time. You look at four, five months being sober and think it's eternity. But me, I see a man still brushing the puke from his clothes. A man who could get knocked right back down.

After the war I was going to make up for lost time. But the time I spent away, it's still lost. No matter what I do, it stays lost.

Stop feeding your pain and it'll dissipate.

Now, don't take this the wrong way, but shouldn't you be dead?

You look for lost property, not just people?

The problem was me. I was...I was a pathological liar. Or am, I should say. Lying is like alcoholism, one is always "recovering".

I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed reading accident. I hit a book mark and flew across the room.

What do little birdies see when they get knocked unconscious?

I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed-reading accident. I hit a bookmark

I hit rock bottom, but thank God my bottom wasn't death.

The world is come upon me, I used to keep it a long way off, But now I have been run over and I am in the hands of the hospital staff.

He has become the victim of violation, raped of his soul essence and personality.

There are no marks left upon my body, but sometimes I feel as if my mind is nothing but a mass of scar tissue.

It was the sea that injured her. Why should its produce heal her?

The affair did not last, and what you have heard is no doubt the poison that lingers in a broken heart.

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