Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon, which cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals.

When you lose a person you love so much, surviving the loss is difficult.

The atom bomb was no ‚great decision.‘ It was merely another powerful weapon in the arsenal of righteousness.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don’t go according to any rules. They’re not like aches or wounds, they’re more like splits in the skin that won’t heal because there’s not enough material.

A sword never kills anybody; it is a tool in the killer’s hand.

Laughter heals all wounds, and that’s one thing that everybody shares. No matter what you’re going through, it makes you forget about your problems. I think the world should keep laughing.

I enjoy convalescence. It is the part that makes the illness worth while.

A stiff apology is a second insult… The injured party does not want to be compensated because he has been wronged; he wants to be healed because he has been hurt.

Turkey must find its place if, of course, it can heal its internal sores, and none is more malignant than the perennial Kurdish issue.

An injured friend is the bitterest of foes.

Healing is a matter of time, but it is sometimes also a matter of opportunity.

A mind at peace, a mind centered and not focused on harming others, is stronger than any physical force in the universe.

It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance.

You hesitate to stab me with a word, and know not – silence is the sharper sword.

Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him.

Many churches today have special programs for people who are grieving, and these can be very helpful.

My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.

We can’t afford to be killing one another.

What medicines do not heal, the lance will; what the lance does not heal, fire will.

I am prepared to die, but there is no cause for which I am prepared to kill.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

No religion has mandated killing others as a requirement for its sustenance or promotion.

You must show the world that you abhor fighting.

Patience is key for getting over a breakup. That, and trailing off your interaction after the breakup.

I found music to be the therapy of choice. I guess it is for a lot of people.

A lot of times, people feel that if they forgive the person who hurt them, then they will continue to take advantage of them or not take responsibility for what they did wrong.

When we give ourselves the chance to let go of all our tension, the body’s natural capacity to heal itself can begin to work.

We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.

At some point, you grow out of being attracted to that flame that burns you over and over and over again.

Medicine is the restoration of discordant elements; sickness is the discord of the elements infused into the living body.

Herb is the healing of a nation, alcohol is the destruction.

I think that cancer is a life form that exists out there, and it exists in us. I think even the concept of healing is a spiritual principle that we have to really look at. I think the word itself is something we ought to get rid of, because it implies that there is illness – that there is something wrong.

I don’t dislike any of my exes. If I took time to form a relationship, it’s gonna hurt when we move on, but are you puttin‘ White-Out over all that beautiful time together? That was real time in your life. It’s connected to where you are today.

Many of my fans often tell me that they listen to my songs to get through things. And therefore, obviously, I hope that they can picture being in a place where things are better… I hope my songs can bring people to a calm place.

There are only two forces in the world, the sword and the spirit. In the long run the sword will always be conquered by the spirit.

It’s not tyranny we desire; it’s a just, limited, federal government.

Changing is not just changing the things outside of us. First of all we need the right view that transcends all notions including of being and non-being, creator and creature, mind and spirit. That kind of insight is crucial for transformation and healing.

There is no despair so absolute as that which comes with the first moments of our first great sorrow, when we have not yet known what it is to have suffered and be healed, to have despaired and have recovered hope.

I believe time wounds all heels.

The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature cures the disease.

In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with friend and foe. From this purpose nothing shall turn me.

We must, I believe, start teaching our children the sanity of nonviolence much earlier.

I think Buddhism should open the door of psychology and healing to penetrate more easily into the Western world.

We may never be strong enough to be entirely nonviolent in thought, word and deed. But we must keep nonviolence as our goal and make strong progress towards it.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

Nonviolence is a good policy when the conditions permit.

Time heals griefs and quarrels, for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.

Economic depression cannot be cured by legislative action or executive pronouncement. Economic wounds must be healed by the action of the cells of the economic body – the producers and consumers themselves.

The truth is that the vast majority of Americans are good, fair, and just, and they want their country to reflect those ideals.

People have so much going on in their heads. I’m like, If you could write a song, you’d feel so much better!

Oh, come, Divine Physician, and bind up every broken bone. Come with Thy sacred nard which Thou hast compounded of Thine own heart’s blood, and lay it home to the wounded conscience and let it feel its power. Oh! Give peace to those whose conscience is like the troubled sea which cannot rest.

History shows us that in times of people feeling like they are in need of some sort of rebellion or protests, the artists rise because the poetry we create about pain and its relationship to culture in the world begins to soothe and heal people who are feeling confused or afraid.

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.

Natural forces within us are the true healers of disease.

Ours is a nation of laws: of citizens who live under them and for the citizens who enforce them. So, to a community in Ferguson that is rightly hurting and looking for answers, let me call once again for us to seek some understanding rather than simply holler at each other. Let’s seek to heal rather than to wound each other.

It’s still scary every time I go back to the past. Each morning, my heart catches. When I get there, I remember how the light was, where the draft was coming from, what odors were in the air. When I write, I get all the weeping out.

It’s true my father abused me and didn’t love and protect me the way he should have, and at times it seemed no one would ever help me and it would never end. But God always had a plan for my life, and He has redeemed me.

Early on in my life, I had a broken soul. I was abused by my father, abandoned by my mother and ended up in a destructive first marriage. By the time I was 23, I was broken in my soul. I didn’t know how to think right. I felt wrong about everything. But God stepped into my life, and I came out on the other side and didn’t even smell like smoke.

Forgotten is forgiven.

Grief is the price we pay for love.