Abbi Glines Quotes

Two hurt people can not help each other. They can not.

Much of your pain is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

I realized that a great deal of life is exactly and precisely about being able to feel pain: my own and other people's.

Only the wounded healer can truly heal. (97)

The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I'm the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.

I know," she said. "You have a stone in your heart, and some days it's so heavy there is nothing to be done. But you don't have to be alone for it. You should have come to me. I understand.

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire.... Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It's real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you've suddenly become an idiot. There's no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

We cannot heal what we cannot feel.

No, no; 'tis all men's office to speak patience To those that wring under the load of sorrow, But no man's virtue nor sufficiency To be so moral when he shall endure The like himself. Therefore give me no counsel: My griefs cry louder than advertisement.

It's a blessing not to be alone in your grief but it's also painful to see your parents and siblings in pain.

All my life, she gave to me a shovel and said, Fill these holes inside of me, Pari.

Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.

The worst thing in the world when you feel broken is to have somebody coming at you with open-faced love.

The difference between friendship and love is how much you can hurt each other.

Grief was like a terrible burden, but at least you could lay it down by the side of the road and walk away from it. Antonia had come only a few paces, but already she could turn and look back and not weep. It wasn't anything to do with forgetting. It was just accepting. Nothing was ever so bad once you had accepted it.

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better.

If you bury the pain deep down it will stay with you indefinitely, but if you open yourself to it, experience it, and deal with it head-on, you'll find it begins to move on after a while.

I can't heal your pain but I can see it. And you don't have to be lost. Not forever.

The idea of giving someone something that I got, that makes me feel sad.

...you have to learn where your pain is. You have to burrow down and find the wound, and if the burden of it is too terrible to shoulder, you have to shout it out; you have to shout for help... And then finally, the way through grief is grieving.

Healing comes from the healed; not from the physician.

Like some kind of strange vacuum cleaner I tried to console him. I recited the same old litanies that you say to people when you try to help their broken hearts, but words can't help at all. It's just the sound of another human voice that makes the only difference. There's nothing you're ever going to say that's going to make anybody happy when they're feeling shitty about losing somebody that they love.

I talk openly about my past and what I've gone through - abuse being something that was very real in my household, and a lot of chaos growing up as a child. I think that I naturally just gravitated towards music that I could really feel on a deep level - and that meant sadness. I was able to connect with that at a really young age.

It is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.

Because Jesus Christ suffered greatly, He understands our suffering. He understands our grief. We experience hard things so that we too may have increased compassion and understanding for others.