Quotes About Recovery

I caught a sob before it quite broke, surprised at how quickly it had cut me.

She didn't know that some hurts were like a once-broken bone. In the right weather, they could ache for a lifetime.

She knew what nightmares could do to a person and how bad memories could change who you were.

She knew this pain would fade again; like a sunburn, it would heal itself and leave her slightly more protected from the glare.

The roller coaster of emotions following a suicide causes intense feelings of isolation and a breaking apart from all that once seemed familiar.

When the dead person cries, it is a sign that he is on the road to get well,' said the Crow solemnly.

sought professional help for her addiction, as well

C'est la vie. When I got ill, it hurt like hell. I bought a kidney with my credit card, then I got well. I keep Faust's secret still –the clever, cunning, callous bastard didn't have a soul to sell.

An accident you're in? It marks you on the outside, maybe. Scars your face or your skin-breaks bones,crushes skulls,leaves the body changed. An accident witnessed? You're different on the inside. Maybe there's no cut someone else can see, bu there're always injuries on the inside. Those take a long time to heal.

summer tourists were long gone, the Christmas shoppers had left and it was just bare and beautiful and recovering, getting ready to start all over again.

Time heals all wounds or Time wounds all heels. Take your pick... oh, life's small choices.

Over time, alcohol seeps into your soul. It changes you—what you care about, what you are capable of. It rots you from the inside. It can alienate you from love itself.

And chanting sentences is the only way to feel better finally. And writing sentences, making shapes, is the only way to feel better. Sustaining, miraculous language, that all these years keeps illness at bay.

One day you'll wake up and you'll realise that you're OK again.

She supposed that there were some things, some lost things, some things that could never be recovered, that would always be regretted; mourned; grieved over.

She had a sense of herself being brain dead: running on tubes and machines.

there is a use-by date for everything, a statute of limitations on grief. I wish the custom of wearing a black armband could be reinstated to signal fragility and a need for gentle treatment. We are all in too much of a hurry now to move on, to demonstrate a resilience we may not feel. I long for the unspoken subtleties of the Victorian mourning code with its spectrum of colours from ebony to crimson, indicating various stages of recovery.

He's been to rehab, which is a travesty; you can tell by his smug face that he's not capable of genuine addiction.

It's amazing how good 50 and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in 12 with a wind chill of go fuck yourself.

The top is down and we sing along to "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road." I picked this song because I'm taking it all back, all the beautiful things in the world that were corrupted by my tragically ill girlfriend Guinevere Beck. (I see now that she suffered from borderline personality disorder.

Captain Dave is a salt-and-pepper guy who looks older than forty-six. He doesn't have kids of his own. Some people are born to be uncles and Captain Dave is that kind of people. He's also a recovering alcoholic who's obsessed with what everyone else is drinking at all times. Life is hard for some people.

Lullabies for Suffering Tales of Addiction Horror

All the joy is gone, somewhere along the way she broke her own heart and without a heart you can't get better.

It's amazing how good fifty and sunny feels after you've been bleeding in twelve with a wind chill of go fuck yourself.