Healing Quotes

“This we prescribe, though no physician; Deep malice makes too deep incision; Forget, forgive; conclude and be agreed; Our doctors say this is no month to bleed.”

“Sleep knits up the raveled sleeve of care.”

“If thou couldst, doctor, cast The water of my land, find her disease, And purge it to a sound and pristine health, I would applaud thee to the very echo, That should applaud you again.”

“To weep is to make less the depth of grief.”

“I never yet did hear, That the bruis'd heart was pierced through the ear”

“In sweet music is such art: killing care and grief of heart fall asleep, or hearing, die.”

“None can cure their harms by wailing them.”

“How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees?”

“I'll be at charges for a looking-glass And entertain a score or two of tailors To study fashions to adorn my body: Since I am crept in favor with myself, I will maintain it with some little cost.”

“In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows.”

“The patient must minister to himself”

“Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning; One pain is less'ned by another's anguish; Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning; One desperate grief cures with another's languish.”

“Macbeth: How does your patient, doctor? Doctor: Not so sick, my lord, as she is troubled with thick-coming fancies that keep her from rest. Macbeth: Cure her of that! Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, raze out the written troubles of the brain, and with some sweet oblivious antidote cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff which weighs upon her heart. Doctor: Therein the patient must minister to himself.”

“To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone.”

“Behold the Sea,The opaline, the plentiful and strong,Yet beautiful as is the rose in June,Fresh as the trickling rainbow of July;Sea full of food, the nourisher of kinds,Purger of earth, and medicine of men;Creating a sweet climate by my breath,Washing out harms and griefs from memory,And, in my mathematic ebb and flow,Giving a hint of that which changes not.”

“When griping grief the heart doth wound, and doleful dumps the mind opresses, then music, with her silver sound, with speedy help doth lend redress.”

“Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.”

“Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased, Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow, Raze out the written troubles of the brain”

“To the body and mind which have been cramped by noxious work or company, nature is medicinal and restores their tone. The tradesman, the attorney comes out of the din and craft of the street and sees the sky and the woods, and is a man again. In their eternal calm, he finds himself.”

“How often we must remember the art of the surgeon, which, in replacing the broken bone, contents itself with releasing the parts from false position; they fly into place by the action of the muscles. On this art of nature all our arts rely.”

“I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms, could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.”

“Let us not burden our remembrances with a heaviness that's gone.”

“All your restlessness is out of your desire for stillness Just desire restlessly, then, love will fill and still you. All your unhealthiness is out of your desire for health, Just abandon health, then, even poison will heal you.”

“Learn the alchemy true human beings know. The moment you accept what troubles you've been given the door with open.”

“There is no room for hypocrisy. Why use bitter soup for healing when sweet water is everywhere?”