Sara Zarr Quotes

I think we're all wounded, but some of us, when we experience the healing of those wounds, that they scar and scab over.

Writers, like elephants, have long, vicious memories. There are things I wish I could forget.

Words can wound, and wounds can heal.

Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.

I remember being in intensive care, looking at the clock and thinking 'don't go to sleep, don't go to sleep'. I can laugh about it now but I was petrified.

When the wound/ No longer hurts/ The scar does.

Mazer, i don't want to keep dreaming these things. I'm afraid to sleep. I keep thinking of things i don't want to remember. My whole life keeps playing out as if i were a recorder and someone else wanted to watch the most terrible parts of my life

Whether it is better to forget and let wounds heal or remember and learn from the past is a crucial question for all of us, wherever we are.

When you can't remember why you're hurt, that's when you're healed.

It has been said that time heals all wounds. I don't agree. The wounds remain. Time - the mind, protecting its sanity - covers them with some scar tissue and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.

I think heartbreak is something that you learn to live with as opposed to learn to forget.

In life, you have to learn how to heal. You never get over stuff, but you have to learn how to heal.

Scars are memory. Like sutures. They stitch the past to me.

Time doesn't heal all wounds; God heals wounds.

He only wishes there were something that would heal the scars in his mind, which he can still feel. He sees his mind now as an archipelago of islands that he labors to build bridges between - and while he's had great success engineering the most spectacular of bridges, he suspects there are some islands that he'll never reach.

Enlightenment doesn't mean we were never wounded; it means we've found a way to evolve beyond our wounds. Enlightenment isn't idealistic; it's practical. What's idealistic is thinking we can live from our wounds, stay in our weakness, and ever transform the world.

Things that break - be they bones, hearts, or promises - can be put back together but will never really be whole.

My self-esteem had been crushed through years of childhood bullying and serious abuses, which would take me decades to overcome.

Shattered legs may heal in time, but some betrayals fester and poison the soul.

My body Healed quickly. But the wound to my psyche was deep. Wide. First aid, too little, too late, left me hemorrhaging inside, the blood unstaunched by psychological bandage or love's healing magic. Eventually it scabbed over, a thick, ugly welt of memory. I work to conceal it, but no matter how hard I try, once in a while something makes me pick at it until the scarring bleeds. In my arms, Ashante cries, innocence ripped apart by circumstance. Bloodied by inhuman will. Time will prove a tourniquet. But she will always be at risk of infection. (124)

Sometimes broken people stay broken.

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.

At a certain point memory becomes a beach strewn with landmines, all life’s many losses buried in those sands.

Why do people have memories? It would be easier to die - anything to stop remembering.

I think it [my first heartbreak] probably just taught me that you will always heal. That this too shall pass. The first time you feel that sort of pain, you think it's never going to go away. Once you do survive it, you realize you can survive anything.