It's a long life, sweetheart, and time heals all wounds.

time does not heal all wounds; it just gives them space to sink into the subconscious, where they will continue to impact your emotions and behavior. what heals is going inward, loving yourself, accepting yourself, listening to your needs, addressing your attachments and emotional history, learning how to let go, and following your intuition.

They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite

But time heals all wounds. That is a proverb, an untrue proverb. There wounds unhealed by time enough to fill every lazare from the beginning. All time can do is to give a little time, to achieve composure, to make a mask. You build it out of textured wax, and if you are skilful it looks just like your face, just like your face will look ten years from now. But it doesn’t fit right. You never saw one that fit right.

But the world goes on. That’s another thing that people say. It doesn’t. It jolts a little bit and bumps; and then it comes to a stop. The scenery unrolls backwards and gives the impression that the world goes on. Bit it does not go.

I've found time can heal most anything and you just might find who you're supposed to be.

Time wounds all heels.

Time wounds all heels.

Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.

Time in its aging course teaches all things.

It’s all fine to say, “Time will heal everything, this too shall pass away. People will forget” — and things like that when you are not involved, but when you are there is no passage of time, people do not forget and you are in the middle of something that does not change.

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.

Time brings all things to pass.

Time gnaws and wears away; it separates; it flies. And by virtue of separation — by separating man from his pain or from the object of his pain — time cures.

Belief is the wound that knowledge heals.