Quotes About Recovery

They couldn't touch my heart. They couldn't change who I was inside. My body Ã¢â'¬Â¦ they broke that in the first days, but not my heart, V. Whatever he did, it was to your body, and your body will heal.

It's amazing how quickly a bone can heal. If only the heart were as durable.

By the time this damn war's over, we'll have hundreds of thousands of severely traumatized soldiers trying to put the pieces of their lives back together.

They are obviously drowning in a sea of what they've lost. I know about those dark waters. Someone needs to throw them a life ring.

There were no parades for us when it was over, no medals or mentions in history books. We did what we had to during the war, and when it was over, we picked up the pieces and started our lives over.

some hurts were like a once-broken bone. In the right weather, they could ache for a lifetime.

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A way to remember with a smile instead of a sob. Maybe

Maybe time didn't heal wounds exactly, but it gave you a kind of armor, or a new perspective. A

Leni shrugged. She didn't know exactly what to say, or how to say it without revealing too much. "He has—nightmares—and bad weather can set him off. Sometimes. But he hasn't had a nightmare since we moved here. So maybe he's better.

So that was how they would do it, merge back into the driving lane after a blown tire. They would say ordinary things and pretend none of it had happened. Until the next time.

She'd crawled into her grief and cocooned it around her, unable to care about anyone or anything—

They couldn't touch my heart. They couldn't change who I was inside. My body...they broke that in the first days, but not my heart, V. Whatever he did, it was to your body, and your body will heal.

A veces ser una buena amiga pasa por no decir nada. —¿Se supone que tengo que dejar que se equivoque? —A veces sí. Y luego recoges los pedazos.

Sabes lo que aprendí en los campos? Vianne la miró. —¿Qué? —Que no me pueden tocar el corazón. Que no pueden cambiar quién soy por dentro. Mi cuerpo…, eso lo rompieron los primeros días, pero mi corazón no. Vi, te hiciera lo que te hiciera, fue a tu cuerpo y tu cuerpo sanará.

Le parecía que la veía como una especie de jarrón que pudiera romperse y volver a pegarse como si tal cosa, pero ella sabía que si pasaba lo peor, si se hacía añicos como de cristal, algunos fragmentos se perderían para siempre.

what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds

Slowly, Kate took off her robe and peeled out of her nightgown, trying not to notice how white and sticklike her legs were. Even worse was the battlefield that had been her breasts. She looked ruined, like a little boy, only there were the scars.

But, as with Matthew, loss had rearranged her from the inside out.

Honestly, she tried never to think about the girl she'd once been, and her life in that tract house in Rancho Flamingo. Sobriety didn't make it easier to look back. The opposite was true, in fact. Now she lived her life in moments, in breaths drawn and released, in drinks not sipped and bowls of pot not smoked. Every dry second was a triumph.

Still, hope was a dangerous thing. It grew like a field of wildflowers within Eva, blossoming in all the spaces that had been filled with darkness and despair, until she began to believe with all her heart in the possibility that Rémy might have lived through the war after all.

You can't heal a heart that has been smashed to pieces; you can only move forward, doing your best to hold the shards together until they eventually form into something new.

I have a new little stray dog that I've had for about a month now. His name is Mikey Mohawk - he's this little terrier with a natural Mohawk. My friend found him hit by a car on Pico Boulevard.

Drugs are bad for you. They will fuck you up.

Look on the bright side, suicide Lost eyesight I'm on your side Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing Lack of iron and/or sleeping Protector of the kennel Ecto-plasma, Ecto-skeletal Obituary birthday Your scent is still here in my place of recovery!" ~