Healing Quote by Cormac McCarthy Download Open image “Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real.” — Cormac McCarthy ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.0 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare Healing Our past Past Real Reality Scar Scars Strange Time
“Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real. The events that cause them can never be forgotten, can they?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
And be grateful. Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The scars are a way of reminding me that the past is real. They are honorable. — Patrick Califia Copy Share Image
Scars remind us where we've been - they don't have to dictate where we are going. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And my scars remind me that the past is real I tear my heart open just to feel. — Papa Roach Copy Share Image
The cooler days have brought a wistful mood upon him. The smell of coalsmoke in the air at night. Old times, dead years. For… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“The events of the world can have no separate life from the world. And yet the world itself can have no temporal view of things. It can have no cause to favor certain enterprises over others. The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one. There is no favoring, you see. How could there be?… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“You think people was meaner then than they are now? the deputy said. The old man was looking out at the flooded town. No,… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“They set forth in a crimson dawn where sky and earth closed in a razorous plane. Out there dark little archipelagos of cloud and the vast world of sand and scrub shearing upward into the shoreless void where those blue islands trembled and the earth grew uncertain, gravely canted and veering out through tinctures of rose and the dark beyond… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
He said that whether a man's life was writ in a book someplace or whether it took its form day by day was one… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“He lives in a room above a courtyard behind a tavern and he comes down at night like some fairybook beast to fight with the sailors. He is not big but he has big wrists, big hands. His shoulders are set close. The child's face is curiously untouched behind the scars, the eyes oddly innocent. They fight with fists, with… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Ultimo hombre. Last man standing, must've been one. Where'd he go?” — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
“To seek out the upright. No fall but preceded by a declination. He took great marching steps into the nothingness, counting them against his return. Eyes closed, arms oaring. Upright to what? Something nameless in the night, lode or matrix. To which he and the stars were common satellite. Like the great pendulum in its rotunda scribing through the long… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“They went through the last of the cars and then walked up the track to the locomotive and climbed up to the catwalk. Rust and scaling paint. They pushed into the cab and he blew away the ash from the engineer's seat and put the boy at the controls. The controls were very simple. Little to do but push the… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share
“Night fell upon them dark and starblown and the wagon grew swollen near mute with dew. On their chairs in such black immobility these… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
The goal of spiritual practice is full recovery, and the only thing you need to recover from is a fractured sense of self. — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
I am told many children block out the memory of trauma. In fact, the healing process can only truly begin when we are willing… — Phoebe Stone Copy Share Image
We're on the road 300 days a year. There's no recovery time. It's a test of your physical and mental endurance. — Beth Phoenix Copy Share Image
During the last 17 years... I have been working at the restoration of a once exhausted hillside. Its scars are now healed over, though still visible, and this year it has provided abundant pasture, more than in any year since we have owned it. But to make it as good as it is now has taken 17 years. If I… — Wendell Berry Copy Share
“SILENT LIKE SLEEP You appear by my side, silent like sleep. Soft hair, a little wild. No fear, gentle like a calm river. I turn and catch your gaze, before you have time to look away. Your eyes are searching inside mine. Perhaps, they ARE mine. More than nakedness, for there is no cover to take. The fire in your… — Donna Goddard Copy Share
It is natural that our minds replay old stories, because that is our own mechanism for trying to work out unresolved problems. Yet rerunning… — Tara Brach Copy Share Image
“Don’t waste your time trying to explain yourself to people that are committed to misunderstanding you. Instead, commit your time to explaining who they… — Shannon L. Alder Copy Share Image
“Good morning,” one of the soldiers said. “I’m Captain Joseph Walker and this is Sergeant James Vanetten. We are members of the One-Hundred-and-First Airborne Division, Fort Campbell.” Wanda nodded “May we know your name?” “Wanda May Divine.” “Are David and Thomas the first and middle names of your husband?” “Yes.” “Is he currently deployed in Afghanistan?” — Shafter Bailey Copy Share
“It is not so much about fighting against the ego; it is more about harmonizing with it.” — Grace Sara Copy Share Image
“The sole reason I stand to open it up now is that lots of people who are in pain just like I was, and… — Patricia Dsouza Copy Share Image
“While trauma keeps us dumbfounded, the path out of it is paved with words, carefully assembled, piece by piece, until the whole story can… — Bessel A. van der Kolk Copy Share Image
My identity shifted when I got into # recovery . That's who I am now, and it actually gives me greater pleasure to have that identity than to be a musician or anything else, because it keeps me in a manageable size. When I'm down on the ground with my disease-which I'm happy to have-it gets me in tune. It… — Eric Clapton Copy Share
