Quotes About Recovery

It hurt to pull out the slivers but I knew that I couldn't bleed anymore, I had lost too much blood already. Now I remain, scarred and regaining strength.

Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.

Love heals scars love left

It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.

To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.

When a bullet broke the store-house of the self, inside the skull, how could those myriads of photographs survive, or the personality that they made up? Why should they survive, what use were they to life?

In spite of the many pills she swallowed and the drops and powders out of the little bottles and boxes of which Madame Schoss, who was fond of such things, made a large collection, and in spite of being deprived of the country life to which she was accustomed, youth prevailed. Natasha's grief began to be overlaid by the impressions of daily life, it ceased to press so painfully on her heart, it gradually faded into the past, and she began to recover physically.

She did not know and would not have believed it, but beneath the layer of silt that covered her soul and seemed to her impenetrable, delicate young shoots of grass were already sprouting, which, taking root, would so cover with their living verdure the grief that weighed her down that it would soon no longer be seen or noticed. The wound had begun to heal from within.

A spiritual wound produced by a rending of the spiritual body is like a physical wound and, strange as it may seem, just as a deep wound may heal and its edges join, physical and spiritual wounds alike can yet heal completely only as the result of a vital force from within. Natasha's wound healed in that way. She thought her life was ended, but her love for her mother unexpectedly showed her that the essence of life—love—was still active within her. Love awoke and so did life.

Levin knew his brother and the workings of his mind: he knew that his scepticism came not because life was easier for him without faith. His religious beliefs had been shaken step by step by the theories of modern science concerning the phenomena of the universe; and so Levin knew that this present return was not a valid, reasoned one but simply a temporary, interested return to faith in a desperate hope of recovery.

My abandoned narcotics have abandoned me.

The party is over but I've landed on my feet And I'm standing here on this corner Where there used to be a street

Seja como for, a questão agora considerada mais importante é como não causar pânico nos mercados e enviar os sinais corretos aos investidores. Algumas vezes, morre-se a rir. Outras vezes, o riso afugenta a dor. Vivemos num período em que as nossas palavras enviam uma mensagem ao Santo Mercado. É possível que ele aprecie o nosso humor. Talvez ele veja nele sinais de recuperação e energia.

Loss Statement from a major local

Emotional abuse systematically degrades, diminishes, and can eventually destroy the personhood of the abused.

But grief is also a tonic. It is a healing elixir, made of tears that lubricate the heart.

Fifteen years ago tomorrow I had open heart surgery, a quintuple bypass surgery. Thanks to all of my doctors. Because of them, in 15 years of life I've been able to experience, well, acid reflux, short-term memory loss, and erectile dysfunction. Thanks for all your work. It's great to be alive.

Nothing a recovering addict likes more than a tale of how bad it had been in the old days, and how low a fellow addict had sunk. Let the one-downsmanship begin.

There must still be some last invisible unbroken strand connecting them, something deeper than mourning. The wound had healed but the scar wouldn't fade, not quite.

The world around her, the straight world, the mundane world, had become to her a blowing wasteland. It was empty, a postapocalyptic world: empty stores, empty houses, stalled cars with the upholstery burned out of them, dead traffic lights swaying above empty streets. That missing afternoon in November had become a black hole that had sucked the entire rest of her life into it. And once you'd fallen past that Schwarzschild radius, it was pretty damn hard to claw your way back out again.

No hay nada que le guste más a un adicto en recuperación que otro le cuente lo mal que lo pasó en los viejos tiempos y lo bajo que llegó a caer. Que empiece la fiesta.

They were like two recovering alcoholics, hopped up on caffeine and Twelve Step gospel, telling each other how glad they were to be sober and then talking about nothing but drinking.

Every morning he woke up it seemed impossible that he could ever consume another drop of alcohol, but that conviction had always evaporated by 5 o'clock in the afternoon.

It was still possible that five years from now, when they were more or less over their post-traumatic stress disorder, they'd all get a big kick out of getting together and talking about it.