Throttle Heals Quotes

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If you persist in throttling your impulses you end by becoming a clot of phlegm. You finally spit out a gob which completely drains you and which you only realize years later was not a gob of spit but your inmost self. If you lose that you will always race through dark streets like a madman pursued by phantoms. You will be able to say with perfect sincerity: “I don’t know what I want in life.” – HENRY MILLER, Sexus
Gabor Maté (Scattered Minds: The Origins and Healing of Attention Deficit Disorder)
For helping me heal something you didn’t break. For allowing me to see there’s still something golden in a world painted in grey.
Kanitha P. (Falling Off The Cliff (Full Throttle, #1))
We’re a fucked-up pair, but my broken makes you whole. Your broken has made me whole. Now it’s time to let those breaks heal. For the scars to fade like nothing ever was.
K. Bromberg (Off the Grid (Full Throttle, #1))
Stars, Sam. We mucked it. I mean, I mucked it. And not just for us. Yet I recall pure joy: your bike hot between my legs, your arms locked ’round my waist. I recall poor Second’s chiding before I blinked it off. I recall laughter and all of those soldiers from someone else’s war standing on that terrace singing yet another Terran victory rag. You told me later that you didn’t know I’d make a run at the canyon wall ’til I torqued it, thumbing your bike’s twin throttles hard enough to singe our legs as the acceleration turned into an increasing roar. By the time we hit fifty, I couldn’t even hear you yelling at me to stop over the wind. I didn’t think you were serious. We’d climbed that mesa in daylight when we were younger, smaller, bendier. We’d done it with safety rails and belts, with hoverbikes that floated back down like carnival balloons when we failed; we’d done it with our parents cheering and a Grass Priest standing watch in case we needed healing. That run should’ve been a lark, Sam. But the night was dark as space, and our planet has no moon. You grabbed hard as I pulled the yoke. The engines screamed. I meant to pull up, climb that mesa vertically—see if we could rocket to the top before I gunned again like we’d done a hundred times as kids. But I timed it too late. I saw the mesa wall in our headlamps, and then everything went black. The next thing I recall is waking up on the Unity ship Ascendant with Ken’ri Mureen of Glos smiling down at me. Those big round eyes in her lovely, lying face. I thought I’d surely killed you, Sam, but Mureen swore you were fine. Mureen swore removing my Second was only temporary—swore surgery would fix the soup the crash had made of my brain. She made me sign forms, and then Ma came in with pastries. I still didn’t believe you’d made it out, but Ma swore it too. You know the gist after that—mostly—but there’s a lot I never told—
H.M.H. Murray (Navvy Dreams (Tales From a Stinking, Star-Crossed Milky Way #1))
I am a product of a place. I am one of many. All of us are victims of a dysfunctional community that was very good at throttling itself while murmuring, “Smile through your tears. Swallow your pain.” It
Stephanie Foo (What My Bones Know: A Memoir of Healing from Complex Trauma)
Setting the water bottle down, I turned my hands over to look at the angry scars and then up at Lainey. “These will heal. I will dance. I will fly. But I can’t lose you. I don’t even dare risk you. At the same time, I’m selfish because I’m glad you’re here.” Closing her eyes, Lainey dragged me in for a hug. “I could throttle you,” she said in a voice misty with unshed tears. “I love you.” “I love you, too,” I whispered, clinging to her. “You have saved me so many times.” “Not enough,” she complained and I chuckled. “More than you know.
Heather Long (Brutal Fighter (82 Street Vandals, #5))
It was worth it,” he said, his smile fading. “You were worth it. All these years, all the waiting. You’re worth it.” He’d known the moment she had looked up at him as she stood before his execution block, defiant and wicked and wild. “I think that’s the healing tonic talking,” she said, but her throat bobbed as she wiped her eyes. “Chaol said you’re even meaner than I am most of the time.” “Chaol is already on his way to being throttled, and you’re not helping.
Sarah J. Maas (Queen of Shadows (Throne of Glass, #4))