Quotes About Recovery

How much, if at all, do we let go of grief, even as we proclaim the need to leave it in the past?

My house is burned, but I can see the sky.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.

When our hearts break, they break into shards that cannot be easily fit back together.

It doesn't hurt." "But my eyes do," said a coolly amused voice from the doorway. Jace. He had come in so quietly that even Simon hadn't heard him; closing the door behind him, he grinned as Isabelle pulled Simon's shirt down. "Molesting the vampire while he's too weak to fight back, Iz?" he asked. "I'm pretty sure that violates at least one of the Accords." "I'm just showing him where he got stabbed," Isabelle protested, but she scooted back to her chair with a certain amount of haste.

He'd woken up the next day in the city hospital with Magnus Bane staring down at him with an odd expression--it could have been deep concern or merely curiosity, it was hard to tell with Magnus.

Someone who broke your heart is often not the person who can mend it.

Jace threw himself against the door. It didn't budge. He cursed. "My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health." -Jace to Clary, pg.284-

Simon?" she asked. "I have a stupid question." "What is it?" "Did you sleep with Isabelle?" Simon made a choking sound. Clary swiveled slowly around to look at him. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I think so," he said, recovering his poise with apparent effort. "Are you serious?" "Well, you were gone all night.

If you insist on trying to get yourself killed, I insist on being the one who chooses what you wear while you recover,

He hadn't wanted to leave Emma, but at the same time he'd thought it would help. Like an addict getting away from the source of his addiction.

I'ts a girl" Jace said, recovering his composure. "Surely you've seen girls before, Alec. Your sister Isabelle is one.

My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.'-Jace 'Just break the door down, will you?'-Clary

All of us lost something. Some of us lost everything.

Magnus had learned to be careful about giving his memories with his heart. When people died, it felt like all the pieces of yourself you had given to them went as well. It took so long, building yourself back up until you were whole again, and you were never entirely the same.

She knew she could not be Jem for Will. No one could. But slowly the hollow places in his heart were filling in.

It was books that kept me from taking my own life after I thought I could never love anyone, never be loved by anyone again.

I thought you were dead." Magnus smiled crookedly. "What, from that scratch?" He glanced down at the reddening jacket in Alec's hand. "Okay, a deep scratch. Like, from a really, really big cat.

I'd say to any woman, get out of that bad relationship that's turning you into a shell of your former self. Learn from it and get out. Then wait enjoy yourself and your friends because, when what you want comes along, you'll spot it.

From the bitterness of disease man learns the sweetness of health.

I'd once read somewhere that is takes about half as long to recover from a deep relationship as the relationship lasted.

Most of the January firsts in recent memory have involved splitting headaches and roiling stomachs and often being surprised about where I was waking up. ("No, Officer, I have no idea why I'm wearing this possum costume. I called you what? Oh. My bad.")

This drastic treatment worked, and John recovered sufficiently to attend the last three weeks of school before the summer recess, but he was left with lung problems for the rest of his life.

London recovered, eventually, but the aftermath of the Black Death was devastating. The epidemic destroyed the economy, causing mass starvation and anarchy.