Marie Lu Quotes

It's a long life, sweetheart, and time heals all wounds.

and now, all these years later, it seem to him that the most horrible fact of human existence was that broken hearts mended

Time heals all wounds.

Things get better--hurt less--over time. If you let them.

Such wounds to the heart will probably never heal. But we cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever.

And yet, now that years have passed, I recall it and wonder that it could distress me so much. It will be the same thing, too, with this trouble. Time will go by and I shall not mind about this either.

Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.

What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?

You know, the mind is a remarkable thing. Just because you can't see the wound doesn't mean it isn't hurting. It scars all the time, but it heals.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

I tell myself time heals. It really does.

I've been on the floor and I've been heartbroken. I didn't know how I was going to stand up. But I just gave it time.

I don't know whether you ever get over things that cause you pain.

They say time heals all wounds, but sometimes you wonder.

Time apparently did nothing but blunt grief’s sharpest edge so that it hacked rather than sliced.

Depression leads him close to his wounds, but only the mourning for what he has missed, missed at the crucial time, can lead to real healing.

Forgiveness is a scalpel that removes emotional scars.

There is no grief which time does not lessen and soften.

If all the people who have been hurt by the war were to exclude joy from their lives, it would almost be as if they had died.

We're not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again.

Love's wounds can be healed only by the one who inflicts them.

When somebody walks out, it leaves a hole in you. Some people fill it up, the good and the bad, and get on that way. Some people leave it open, maybe long enough to heal, maybe too long, picking at it now and then so it doesn't heal all the way.

I had learned that there were substitutes for a mother who couldn't be a mother. You could find love with other people. You could find it in places you weren't even looking. But the original wound would never heal. I would carry it with me forever, and so would Tara. That was the trick . . . accepting it, going on with your life, knowing it was part of you.

The heart less bounding at emotion new, The hope, once crushed, less quick to spring again.

Grief can have a quality of profound healing because we are forced to a depth of feeling that is usually below the threshold of awareness.