Quotes About Recovery

Something good always came out of tragedy. He had heard that many times and now he knew it was true. God had given him a second chance at life and he was going to grab it with both hands.

You're dead," she cried. "I got better.

And quickly. If you let it, grief could swallow you whole.

Most men in the ward were now convalescing. To her, "each day the nurse's duties became lighter and therefore more irksome.

Mary Beth Williams

Disappointments are to the soul what the thunder-storm is to the air.

Find that guy that will pick up every piece of your shattered heart & put it back together; Replacing it with a piece of his.

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.

Persons who have no desire to live have a very slight chance of recovery. We can continue to extend to them our love, sympathy, and prayers; but ultimately we must respect a person's decision to die.

When you recover or discover something that nourishes your soul and bring joy, care enough about yourself to make room for it in your life.

God, I offer myself to Thee, to build with me and to do with me as Thou wilt. Relieve me of the bondage of self, that I may better do Thy will. Take away my difficulties, that victory over them may bear witness to those I would help of Thy power, Thy love and Thy way of life. May I do Thy will always. Amen.

I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too.

Paper napkins never return from a laundry - nor love from a trip to the law courts

Not much more can happen to you after you lose your reputation and your wife

I had to remember how to eat afterward. It was like my throat'd close up. And if I ate too much, I'd lose it from my belly. Callie helped me get my strength up." Seth slid both hands into his hair. "And I started for home.

Just rest another minute, Cass. You needed to cry those tears. You've been through a terrible time. Just let me hold you.

Supposedly you drink to forget. The trouble is you don't forget, you remember—all the old insults and hatreds, real and imagined.

People were so fragile, so easily broken, so hard to put back together. "Mr.

I remember Mr. Bender's comment about us only being here for two weeks, too. It's true. How could Mother and Father have known? After I spent over a year in a coma, how could they have predicted exactly when I would wake up and then move to California precisely at that time? Was it only coincidence? Or did they decide when I would wake up? Why would they keep me in a coma for so long? Why would they steal a year and a half of my life? What kind of parents are they?

What had her life been like in Venda? Or maybe, more precisely, what had they done to her? She was not the result of happy, content parents. It was like she'd been held prisoner in a cellar her whole life. She flinched at sun and an open sky. As soon as we hit the Heethe plateau, she kept her eyes straight ahead on some distant point, her focus like steel, her shoulders rigid, like she carried a heavy pack on her back.

I reached out and touched a tiny pink toe that peeked from Kaden's swaddling shirt. "He's beautiful," I said. "How are you feeling?" "Well enough," she answered, rolling her eyes, "considering I just paraded my lady parts to a killer barbarian." She sighed. "But I suppose, compared to what you've been through, it's a small indignity to bear.

My memory is coming back. It is curious how it comes. Each day, a rush of pieces, loosely connected, unimportant bits, snake through me. They click, click, click into my brain, like links being snapped together. And then they are done. A small chain of memories that fill in one tiny part of my life. They come out of nowhere, and most are not important.

His death only gave me an ending -- it didn't give back what had been taken

I woke up on the floor of Lia's wagon and thought she had finally planted an ax in my skull.