Quotes About Recovery

Annabeth sat up and glared at her ankle. You HAD to break, she scolded it. The ankle did not reply.

Personally, I could do without prophecies or quests for awhile.

Hedge put a drinking straw next to Nico's mouth. "Have some Gatorade." "I-I don't want-" "You'll have some Gatorade," the coach insisted. Nico had some Gatorade.

Out of every tragedy, he said, comes new strength.

Nothing is unfixable.

You dropped this, he said, totally poker-faced.

Hazel twirled her hair pensively. "I don't like the idea of you risking your life alone, but you're right. We saw what recovering the golden eagle standard did for the Roman legion. If this statue is the most powerful symbol of Athena ever created—" "It could kick some serious booty," Leo offered. Hazel frowned. "That wasn't the way I'd put it, but yes.

anyone in recovery will tell you, setbacks are part of the process in long-term change. Rather than beat myself up, I simply asked God and my friends to help me get back on track.

Life's random," he said. "The best you can do is pick up the pieces.

Part of him died during the war. This was just the rest of him catching up," and she put her finger to the corner of her eye and dabbed at a trace of moisture there—a tear would have been too generous a description.

Some might count sheep. Teddy counted the towns and cities he had tried to destroy, that had tried to destroy him. Perhaps they had succeeded.

The war was a clumsily stitched

I don't understand." "Well, when you arrived at St. George's you wouldn't stop screaming. They thought something terrible must have happened to you." "This isn't St. George's, is it?" "No," he said kindly. "This is a private clinic. Rest, good food and so on. They have lovely gardens. I always think a lovely garden helps, don't you?

That was the thing about hospitals, anyone could wander into your room and gawp at you when you were at your very lowest, your most unflattering.

It was undignified to be on show like this. That was the thing about hospitals, anyone could wander into your room and gawp at you when you were at your very lowest, your most unflattering.

My sudden, unforeseen capitulation had knocked me backward, and I had nothing to hold on to. My internal weather was eerily calm, as if in a tornado's aftermath, birdsong, sunshine, supersaturated colors, wreckage all around, and myself, dazed and limping.

I'd thought I had recovered for good from that sadness, but as I felt my marriage disintegrate, the memory of my raw yearning for babies and my husband's refusal to have them with me came back to me as part of the reason I was now leaving him. It felt like the heart of why I was so lonely with him.

There are hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

It was important to me to hear how Littmus survived after losing everything he loved.

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or, if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

was important to me to hear how Littmus survived after losing everything he loved.

Had she been broken and healed all awry, like a bone that had not been properly set?

Aber das hat dich krank gemacht, fuhr sie fort. Nicht sein Tod, sondern das danach.

The huge buoyant air sack of love that filled his body had just exploded and the collapse was devastating.