Quotes About Recovery

Illness is a puzzle scattered in pieces. Find a way to make whole all the parts, and you can find wellness.

Even though your broken heart may never heal, bless those who help hold together the pieces.

A broken spirit is shattered pieces of poetry waiting to be made whole.

He had learned to get along without her. Her meaning was forgotten. There was no place for her in his scheme of things, as there was no place for him in hers.

through the air, reaching the culprit first; and nothing remained to Buck but to recover the bone. That was fair of Francois, he decided, and the half-breed began his rise in Buck's estimation. The other dog made no advances, nor received any; also, he did not attempt to steal from the newcomers. He was a gloomy

ancient, grizzled, wild-eyed, emaciated by fever, dragged his weary frame up the veranda steps and collapsed in a steamer-chair.  Whisky and soda kept him going while he made report and turned in his accounts.

Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.

And somewhere along the way, I found a little bit of healing. It wasn't enough to undo all of the damage done to me when I was a child; that, I think, cuts too deep. But enough.

There are wounds of the spirit as grave as wounds of the flesh, and they, too, need healing.

One never thinks, until one is badly injured, about the myriad intricate ways in which the parts of one's body are connected.

Yes, my uterus was removed Ã¢â'¬â€ peritonitis had set in. But it is wonderful. I am no longer bothered with the monthly period.

And she wondered if, in going away, in leaving this country, she would expunge that final vapor of the dragon's breath. Oh yes, the dragon. Priscilla had described their memories of war as being like a dragon that lived deep inside. The dragon had to be kept quiet, had to be mollified; otherwise he could breathe fire into the most ordinary of days. If

Yet, despite the pressures of being a sole proprietor, Maisie knew that the curtain of darkness from her past was lifting. Not that she forgot, not that she didn't still have nightmares or close her eyes and see images from the war in stark relief. But it was as if she were on firmer ground, and not at the mercy of memory's quicksand.

In my estimation—and I could be taken to task by the authorities for such comments, so please reflect upon this conversation with care—the numbers of shell-shocked men ran into the hundreds of thousands. And, arguably, there is no man"—he held Maisie's eyes with his own—"or woman, who returned from Flanders unscathed in the mind.

has wounded me. Maisie knew the abyss; she knew what it was

EVERYBODY HAS PLANS UNTIL THEY GET HIT. —MIKE TYSON

Chesapeake Bay is like a beautiful woman. There's no humiliation from which she cannot recover.

Sometimes a catastrophe is simply a course correction.

Every master has his Elba. Banished to an island where the life you once knew no longer exists and it seems like there is no way to escape.

Nothing you ever thought of before amounted to anything – that's why you are exactly where you are at that moment of hitting bottom.

Yet, if the American Negro has arrived at his identity by virtue of the absoluteness of his estrangement from his past, American white men still nourish the illusion that there is some means of recovering the European innocence, of returning to a state in which black men do not exist.

There is often something beautiful, there is always something awful, in the spectacle of a a person who has lost one of his faculties, a faculty he never questioned until it was gone, and who struggles to recover it. Yet people remain people, on crutches or indeed on deathbeds....

he had received the blow from which he never would recover and this no one wanted to believe. Do you love me? Do you love me? Do you love me? The men on the stand stayed with him, cool and at a little distance, adding and questioning and corroborating, holding it down as well as they could with an ironical self-mockery; but each man knew that the boy was blowing for every one of them.

These studies looked at people who had suffered serious adversity—cancer patients, prisoners of war, accident victims, and so forth—and survived. They found that people fell generally into three categories: those who were permanently dispirited by the event, those who got their life back to normal, and those who used the experience as a defining event that made them stronger.53