Quotes About Recovery

Un giorno però era accaduto qualcosa. Essendomi capitato di leggere in uno dei taccuini stendhaliani queste parole isolate: "All lost, nothing lost", di colpo, come per miracolo, mi ero sentito libero, guarito. Avevo preso una cartolina, ci avevo scritto sopra la riga di Stendhal, quindi l'avevo spedita a Micòl, tale e quale, senza metterci niente, nemmeno la firma, ne pensasse pure quello che volesse. Tutto perduto, niente perduto. Come era vero! - mi dicevo -. E respiravo.

I have a new found respect for women who have been through breast cancer and this surgery.

Speaking was temporarily beyond him, what with the testicular trauma and ass-stabbing.

When you live in an alcoholic family or an abusive family, you tiptoe, you don't want to step on any mines.

By the time I was 30, nobody would work with me. I was friendless, I was hopeless, I was suicidal, lost my family - I mean, it was bad. Bottomed out, didn't know what I was going to do. I actually thought I was going to be a chef - go to work in a kitchen someplace.

and it broke my heart in so many pieces I wondered if it would ever be whole again.

Los hombres a veces se estrellan con la verdad, pero la mayoría se recomponen y retiran apresuradamente como si nada hubiera pasado».

If you forgive more than you can afford, you may find yourself impoverished in emotion afterward, with a lowered resistance to whatever happens after that.

You know the hospital shows on television?" this woman asks. "When someone's heart stops and has to be restarted with electric paddles? That's what you and Margaret did for us. Please tell her daughter our hearts have been going ever since.

What does it feel like to get shot?" "I don't recommend it," said Nellie in a controlled voice. "Chocolate is definitely better.

The statute of limitations has expired on most of our childhood traumas.

Addicts are selfish, the most selfish people you'll ever meet. And self-pitying. And manipulative. Always making promises they'll never keep. They disgust me.

I'm a bookaholic on the road to recovery. Ha, not really. I'm on the road to the bookstore.

Let exercise alternate with rest.

He that lacks time to mourn lacks time to mend.

New Grief awakens the old.

Grief bores holes in our hearts & heads like a woodpecker — peck peck peck — knock knock knock You can't make it stop Eventually it flies away — but leaves pits that never fully heal

For those wounded by civilization, yoga is a healing salve.

It's not all about healing yourself — it's just as importantly about letting yourself heal.

It's no coincidence that four of the six letters in health are "heal."

Before healing others, heal yourself.

It is said that the body will heal itself of many things, if we will allow it to do so and not overburden it with remedies — the same is true of the soul and the heart.

I have been for a long time dreadfully ill. I am getting better, however, although slowly, and shall get well. In the meantime the flocks of little birds of prey that always take the opportunity of illness to peck at a sick fowl of larger dimensions, have been endeavoring with all their power to effect my ruin.

When an illness kicks you down, stay and relax a while before trying to get back up.