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Time they said... Time will heal all wounds but they lied...

Parla abbastanza a lungo con qualcuno e tirerà fuori la storia del tempo. Ma il tempo non guarisce veramente le ferite, non allontana affatto il dolore - fa il contrario. Il tempo dà altro tempo alla ferita d'infettarsi e dà a noi il tempo di tornare sui luoghi di quel dolore. È come l'infanzia, in fondo. Si dice che si cresce, ci si lasciano alle spalle certe cose, ma non è così: l'infanzia cresce insieme a noi, ce la portiamo avanti. Viviamo e non facciamo altro che rivivere quelle paure e quei piaceri, quelle scoperte e quegli abbandoni. Specialmente quegli abbandoni. Veniamo abbandonati, delusi, traditi dalle stesse persone per anni - per sempre. Allora a che serve dire che è passato del tempo? In che modo dovrebbe aiutarci?

Time they say is a great healer, but in this case, I am not sure that is true.

Funny how time heals. Like that bullet in my ribs. It's there, I know it's there, but I can barely feel it at all anymore.

If time heals all wounds, then why are there so many ticked off old people walking around.

He who has a mind to fight, let him fight, for now is the time.

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.

Time heals almost everything. Give time time.

The difference between the truth and a lie is that both of them can hurt, but only one will take the time to heal you afterward.

When you go through certain moments of your career and you're struggling, it just takes time. Time heals, when you're a little bit down.

Time may heal all wounds, but it does not erase the scars.

Life is fleeting, yes, but also eternal; it will always find a way to begin again.

How about when you feel as if you are at a treacherous crossing, facing an area of life that hasn’t even been on the map until recently. Suddenly there it is, right in front of you. And so the time and space in between while you first get over the shock of it, and you have to figure out WHAT must be done feels excruciating. It’s a nightmare you can’t awaken from. You might remember this time as a kind of personal D-day, as in damage, devastation, destruction, damnation, desolation – maybe a difficult divorce, or even diagnosis of some formidable disease. These are the days of our lives that whole, beautiful chapters of life go up in flames. And all you can do is watch them burn. Until you feel as though you are left only with the ashes of it all. It is at this moment you long for the rescue and relief that only time can provide. It is in this place, you must remember that in just 365 days – you're at least partially healed self will be vastly changed, likely for the better. Perhaps not too unlike a caterpillar’s unimaginable metamorphosis. Better. Stronger. Wiser. Tougher. Kinder. More fragile, more firm, all at the same time as more free. You will have gotten through the worst of it – somehow. And then it will all be different. Life will be different. You will be different. It might or might not ever make sense, but it will be more bearable than it seems when you are first thrown, with no warning, into the kilns of life with the heat stoked up – or when you get wrapped up, inexplicably, through no choice of your own, in a dark, painfully constricting space. Go ahead, remind yourself as someone did earlier, who was trying miserably to console you. It will eventually make you a better, stronger person. How’d they say it? More beautiful on the inside… It really will, though. That’s the kicker. Even if, in the hours of your agony, you would have preferred to be less beautiful, wise, strong, or experienced than apparently life, fate, your merciless ex, or a ruthless, biological, or natural enemy that has attacked silently, and invisibly - has in mind for you. As will that which your God feels you are capable of enduring, while you, in your pitiful anguish, are yet dubious of your own ability to even endure, not alone overcome. I assure you now, you will have joy and beauty, where there was once only ashes. In time. Perhaps even more than before. It’s so hard to imagine and believe it when it’s still fresh, and so, so painful. When it hurts too much to even stand, or think, or feel anything. When you are in the grip of fear, and you remember the old familiar foe, or finally understand, firsthand, in your bones, what that actually means.

Forgetting is something time alone takes care of, but forgiveness is an act of volition, and only the sufferer is qualified to make the decision

I know time doesn't heal. That's the silliest idea of all.