Quotes About Recovery

The body after long illness is languid, passive, receptive of sweetness, but too weak to contain it.

How shall I break up this numbness which discredits my sympathetic heart?

It ended in a transcendental theory which, with her horror of death, allowed her to believe, or say that she believed (for all her scepticism), that since our apparitions, the part of us which appears, are so momentary compared with the other, the unseen part of us, which spreads wide, the unseen might survive, be recovered somehow attached to this person or that, or even haunting certain places, after death. Perhaps - perhaps.

De vreme ce apariÈ›iile noastre, adic? partea din noi care apare, sunt atât de trec?toare, comparate cu cealalt?, partea nev?zut? din noi, care se întinde departe, înseamn? c? partea nev?zut? poate supravieÈ›ui, poate fi cumva recuperat?, ataÈ™at? unei persoane sau alteia, sau poate chiar bântui anumite locuri, dup? moarte.

Nunca más me estrellaré contra un farol (pero algunas estrellas proyectadas por la violencia de aquel choque resplandecen aún hermosamente en mi noche)

Las personas a quienes más apreciamos no nos convienen cuando estamos enfermos.

Thus Arabel at once "began to comfort me by showing how certain it was that I should recover him for ten pounds at most." Ten pounds, it was reckoned, was about the price that Mr. Taylor would ask for a cocker spaniel. Mr. Taylor was the head of the gang. As soon as a lady in Wimpole Street lost her dog she went to Mr. Taylor; he named his price, and it was paid; or if not, a brown paper parcel was delivered in Wimpole Street a few days later containing the head and paws of the dog.

Her mind was like a wound exposed to dry in the air.

So coming back from a journey, or after an illness, before habits had spun themselves across the surface, one felt that same unreality, which was so startling; felt something emerge. Life was most vivid then.

According to my almond-eyed little spy, the great surgeon, may his own liver rot, lied to me when he declared yesterday with a deathhead's grin that the operazione had been perfetta . Well, it had been so in the sense Euler called zero the perfect number. Actually, they ripped me open, cast one horrified look at my decayed fegato , and without touching it sewed me up again.

He broke my heart. You merely broke my life

I cannot brood over broken hearts, mine is too recently mended.

Was I in here last night and did I spend a $20 bill? Oh, thank goodness... I thought I'd lost it.

I came home from the desert and my entire life blew apart. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to collect all of the pieces of who I used to be.

Better would be good. Because if she felt a little less like she'd been run over by a truck, she could jump on Dr. Hottie.

Good to see nearly dying hasn't affected the fact that you're an asshole.

I did successfully kick tobacco at the age of 34. I smoked for like 20 years, from 14 to 34.

The only exception I've found to this principle is in the recovery movement, where small groups seem to be an effective evangelistic side door into the church all across the nation. I think it's because, having hit bottom, these folks have an openness to try anything, including a small group. The concerns that give pause to the average American are overcome by their desperation and desire for sobriety. And once they find sobriety, they often end up finding the Lord as well.

We have made some great strides in terms of treating various types of cancer with early detection. The success rate of recovery for many people today is better than it was a decade or two ago so we can't give up. Yes, we would all love a quick "cure all" but that is not reality. Until then, we all are in this together and we have to keep working towards more progress!

Happy that the illness had left no trace on Dirmit, Atiye let her go outside that very day. But Atiye was wrong. The illness had marked her daughter in other ways. After the notch disease, Dirmit was left with certain traits that passed unnoticed. She kept everything she did as secred, and started to take pity on odd things.

Update: Caleb Norton remains in a comma with no brain function. The hit-and-run driver remains at large.

This is the terrible thing about a tragedy. It isn't with you every minute. You forget it, and then you remember it again. And you see it with a stark quality: This is what is required of you now, just to get along.

Given enough time and distance, the heart will always heal.

No tienes ni la menor idea de lo que ha significado para mi recoger todos los pedazos de mis sueños rotos" Shi-Mae