Quotes About Recovery

I know it can be very uncomfortable for a healthy person to try to communicate with someone who has had a stroke, but I needed my visitors to bring me their positive energy. Since conversation is obviously out of the question, I appreciated when people came in for just a few minutes, took my hands in theirs, and shared softly and slowly how they were doing, what they were thinking, and how they believed in my ability to recover.

Was this rock bottom? Had he finally hit it?

He had three incision sites: one where the microscopic camera had gone in and two where they'd done the actual work, and the abuse he'd taken today went straight to her heart. "Oh, Pace." "I'm guessing that wasn't an 'Oh, Pace, you're so sexy, take me.'

I really am all sorts of messed up… Well you're not alone there.

The good news is your head's still attached to your shoulders," Cole said. "And the bad news?" Tanner asked. "The hit doesn't appear to have knocked any sense into you.

She was going to eat warm, buttered bread and feel better.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of trauma, I will fear no concussion.

My imagination needs therapy.

My name is Harry Dresden, I said. Fitz stumbled. Holy shit, he said. Like... that Harry Dresden? The professional wizard? The one and only. He recovered his pace and shook his head. I heard you were dead. Well, yeah, I said, but I'm taking it in stride.

Man. Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

What is this thing you speak of, 'sleep'?

It doesn't take much power to hurt someone, she said. It's far easier than healing the damage.

Scars - the graffiti of violence. - Harry Dresden

My own aches and bruises and cuts and wounds pained me, but it was an honest, stretchy pain, something that was healing.

I know what it's like to lose it.

Being mostly dead is hard on a guy.

MURPHY'S SATURN HAD gotten a little blown up a couple of years back

Post-traumatic stress disorder from life-threatening injuries

Junkies are happy when they're high," I said quietly, "but they don't need to be happy. They need to be free.

We took off his armor and gear in helicopter, to stop the bleeding. Maybe it fell out into the lake." I snorted. He grimaced and nodded. "Da, I know. That did not happen." I sighed. "Marcone. I'll look into it.

And I had a hole in my chest that was going to take time to heal. But after a lot of time, and hurt, it would heal.

I hate it when a plan falls apart.

My definition of LUNATIC ASYLUM: A place where lunatics are created.

He asks, in a softer voice, Does your arm still hurt? You touch it with your hand. The big ache is gone, leaving only the little, underneath ache that will gather and swell against the bone. The blood leaks out of the vein where he grabbed you. But you say, It's better now.