Quotes About Recovery

Have you ever been in love?" "Colin. For the love of God." "I have," he said bluntly. "And when you lose love, it tears a hole out of you. The pain can be gruesome. I thought I lost Madeline once, and I swear for a few days I thought I might never be whole again." "Perhaps you should write a poem about it. Add another verse to your song.

Fallen woman. The term made a sort of poetic sense. Once the fall started, it seemed it never stopped.

I just want the pain to end.

Any person who is carrying a lot of sadness needs to be able to rest sometimes, and to put it down.

Some broken things you can't mend. Some you have to put together very slowly piece by fragile piece, waiting until the last bit of work is strong enough before you try the next. It takes a lot of patience.

Hope fought hard to stay alive. Even when you thought it was beaten to nothing, burned to ashes, drowned deep, still it flickered away, waiting to be found again.

My shoulders were light again, as though I'd been cured of the ague, and my tears stopped.

You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for every year you dated. Two years for every year you dated. It's just a matter of will power: The day you decide it's over, it's over. You never get over it.

Only a shipwrecked person who has just escaped drowning could understand the psychology of someone who breaks out in laughter just because he is able to breathe

I stuck a cigarette through the slit in the bandage and asked myself with a nervous fidget what I had lost along with my face.

The artificial darkness with its lingering warmth crept about me like a muffler. I gradually began to recover my composure, like a mole that has gone to ground.

The mask was no longer a means by which to get you back, but only a hidden camera through which to watch your betrayal of me. I had made the mask for the purpose of recovering myself. But it had willfully escaped from me and, taking great pleasure in its evasion, had become defiant;

The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.

animals again will wander back a long way, and go through danger and sufferings, to recover their lost identity, in the surroundings that they know.

Bruises fade and bones heal, but a scorched heart may take years to mend.

Good God, what happened to ye? Shelton dropped the bucket of water he was carrying, unmindful that it spilled across the barn floor. I fell. Dougal picked up a brush and began to groom Poseidon. Shelton gave a silent whistle. Fell into what? A hammer? Something like that.

Love can't cure a broken heart, but it can hold the two sides together while they heal.

was so that she could spend more time with Phil while he was recovering.

David's was the first face I saw when I woke up from the surgery to sew up my leg. Eve made a face. It was like a bad rerun. His face is always the first one I see when I wake up from an attack by a homicidal lunatic.

Maybe after you survived the Sarlacc, nothing ever really scared you again.

Dr. Monroe and I realized very gradually that drug addiction is a terminal disease. It is a cancer that eats families alive.

Do you realize how terrifying it is to be raped?

What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways , it's worse than murder, because he has killed that potential person, eradicated that potential life, yet she still lives and breathes, and has to figure out another way to thrive....Or not, in some cases.... ....Sounds a lot like being shot in the head.

What a rapist takes from a woman is her future. The person she is going to become, who she is supposed to be, is gone. In many ways, it's worse than murder, because he has killed that potential person, eradicated that potential life, yet she still lives and breathes, and has to figure out another way to thrive." He waved his hand in the air. "Or not, in some cases.