Quotes about Recovery
Discipline of mind and body is one of the most difficult things one has to acquire, but in the long run it is a valuable ingredient of education and a tremendous bulwark in time of trouble. Certainly, it is essential in meeting defeats and recovering from disaster. No matter how hard hit you are, you can face what has to be faced if you have learned to master your own fears.
— Eleanor Roosevelt
It's always a good time to play against a team when they come back from Europe, whether it's the Europa League or Champions League.
— Sam Allardyce
The wish for healing has always been half of health.
— Lucius Annaeus Seneca
I woke up many mornings not knowing what I'd done the night before. I'm amazed I'm not dead.
— Ashton Kutcher
Music therapy was so important in the early stages of my recovery because it can help retrain different parts of your brain to form language centers in areas where they weren't before you were injured.
— Gabrielle Giffords
Music therapy was so important in the early stages of my recovery because it can help retrain different parts of your brain to form language centers in areas where they weren't before you were injured.
— Gabrielle Giffords
You largely constructed your depression. It wasn't given to you. Therefore, you can deconstruct it.
— Albert Ellis
I was completely nuts for most of my life.
— Roseanne Barr
If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, there's no progress. If you pull it all the way out that's not progress. Progress is healing the wound that the blow made. And they haven't even pulled the knife out much less heal the wound.
— Malcolm X
When force of circumstance upsets your equanimity, lose no time in recovering your self-control, and do not remain out of tune longer than you can help. Habitual recurrence to the harmony will increase your mastery of it.
— Marcus Aurelius
I have them, these attacks of the past, like faintness, a wave sweeping over my head.
— Margaret Atwood
They meet in church basements and offer bandages to those wounded by the shrapnel of exploding families.
— Margaret Atwood