It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.— Rose Kennedy
Proven Time Heals All Wounds quotations
By far the strongest poison to the human spirit is the inability to forgive oneself or another person. Forgiveness is no longer an option but a necessity for healing.
Our sorrows and wounds are healed only when we touch them with compassion.
Your True Nature Is Love. There's Nothing You Can Do About It.
Some people see scars, and it is wounding they remember.
To me they are proof of the fact that there is healing.
They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite
I loved you for a long, long time I know this love is real It don't matter how it all went wrong That don't change the way I feel And I can't believe that time's Gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of There ain't no cure for love
The worst pain ... isn't the pain you feel at the time, it's the pain you feel later on when there's nothing you can do about it, They say that time heals all wounds, But we never live long enough to test that theory.
Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.
Time doesn't heal all wounds; God heals wounds.
But time, as well as healing all wounds, taught me something strange too: that it's possible to love more than one person in a lifetime. I remarried. I'm very happy with my new wife, and I can't imagine living without her. This, however, doesn't mean that I have to renounce all my past experiences, as long as I'm careful not to compare my two lives. You can't measure love the way you can the length of a road or the height of a building.
Nature doth thus kindly heal every wound.
By the mediation of a thousand little mosses and fungi, the most unsightly objects become radiant of beauty. There seem to be two sides of this world, presented us at different times, as we see things in growth or dissolution, in life or death. And seen with the eye of the poet, as God sees them, all things are alive and beautiful.
But at a time when our discourse has become so sharply polarized - at a time when we are far too eager to lay the blame for all that ails the world at the feet of those who think differently than we do - it's important for us to pause for a moment and make sure that we are talking with each other in a way that heals, not a way that wounds.
I believe that time wounds all heals. (karma)
Don't make it sound like that. Like some ordinary sort of grief. It's not like that. They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite. Over. This is a fresh wound every day.
Time heals all wounds.
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.
Forgiveness is no longer an option but a necessity for healing.
I've learned... That love, not time, heals all wounds.
Time doesn’t, as advertised, heal all wounds.
Although the wrenching immediacy of grief eventually passed, the settled sorrow that replaced it might in its own way be even more intense.
Recognizing that sustainable development, democracy and peace are indivisible is an idea whose time has come... Today we are faced with a challenge that calls for a shift in our thinking, so that humanity stops threatening its life-support system. We are called to assist the Earth to heal her wounds and in the process heal our own - indeed, to embrace the whole of creation in all its diversity, beauty and wonder.
Time heals. No, it doesn't. At best, time is the great leveler, sweeping us all into coffins. We find ways to distract ourselves from the pain. Time is neither scalpel nor bandage. It is indifferent. Scar tissue is not a good thing. It is merely the wound's other face.
Like all of you I'm angry. I'm angry at what's happening to our nation. Citizens, it's time to take our country back. Bombastic insults wont take it back. Political rhetoric that promises a lot and delivers little, won't take it back. All of our problems can be solved. All of our wounds can be healed by a tested leader who is willing to fight for the character of our nation.
Love heals all wounds and not just time alone.
It's a long life, sweetheart, and time heals all wounds.
People say time heals all wounds. Let me tell you, time heals nothing. You can do the wrong thing for 10 years and it doesn't equal the right thing for one day.
If time heals all wounds, and a book can hold a person's entire life, then you can speed up the process with a pulp time warp.
Time heals all wounds. But not this one. Not yet.
People say that time heals all wounds, and maybe they're right.
But whit if the wounds don't heal correctly, like when cuts leave behind nasty scars, or when broken bones mend together, but aren't as smooth anymore? Does it mean they're really healed? Or is it that the body did what it could to fix what broke.
And no matter what anybody says about grief and about time healing all wounds, the truth is, there are certain sorrows that never fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath is taken.
Who said that time heals all wounds? It would be better to say that time heals everything - except wounds. With time, the hurt of separation loses its real limits. With time, the desired body will soon disappear, and if the desiring body has already ceased to exist for the other, then what remains is a wound, disembodied.
You figure that time could heal all wounds, but some people just really hold a crazy grudge.
If time heals all wounds, then why are there so many ticked off old people walking around.
Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn't, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.
Time wounds all heals.
Believing the lie that time will heal all wounds is just a nice way of saying that time deadens us.
Time heals all wounds, unless you pick at them.
Or perhaps is is that time doesn't heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the biggest lie of them all, and instead what happens is that each wound penetrates the body deeper and deeper until one day you find that the sheer geography of your bones - the angle of your hips, the sharpness of your shoulders, as well as the luster of your eyes, the texture of your skin, the openness of your smile - has collapsed under the weight of your griefs.