Quotes About Letting go

Centering prayer is a form of meditation that is a conscious letting go of small mind and its continuous self-centered fantasies.

Control of breath is the cornerstone for health and for letting go of our small mind and entering the Big Mind of God.

I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.

I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

Yesterday's gone, so has the day before. Don't let's waste today arguing about it.

During the last year she was alive, at age 95, my mother said many times, "It's so freeing to realize that nothing really matters." She said it joyously, with relief, as if a burden had been lifted. She also said over and over, "Love yourself". Tollifson, Joan. Nothing to Grasp (p. 174). New Harbinger Publications. Kindle Edition.

But this is my old game, isn't it? Comparing, judging, evaluating, liking and disliking, approving and disapproving. There are, I sense, inseparable strengths and weaknesses in whatever way you go, and the point ultimately is just to go.

How complete, whole, undivided seeing comes about is a mystery. Any formulation or method we invent will eventually get in our way. It's as if everything we learn must be instantly left behind.

During the last year she was alive, at age 95, my mother said many times, "It's so freeing to realize that nothing really matters." She said it joyously, with relief, as if a burden had been lifted. She also said over and over, "Love yourself.

It's not easy being a mother. We raise our children, given them wings to leave the nest, but we have no control where they will fly off too.

Bitterness is like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

I let it go. It's like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.

Si quieres olvidarme date prisa, no me consuela tu amistad, tu duda...

And as fall turned to winter, the Darlington peach trees started dropping their leaves again, gently, like they were letting them go. It wasnt the same as giving them up. It wasnt the same as losing them.

Forget him. Forget him.

She let the jealousy slip out of her fingertips.

Here's a thing or two I've learned about memories. They are like seeds; love can grow from them. They look different depending on the day when they are remembered. They are slippery, malleable things, apt to be altered. They can be clutched too tightly. Their absence can cause fractures that run deep between people, towns, whole countries. They are meant sometimes, to be let go.

What was the point of being able to forgive, when deep down, you both had to admit you'd never forget?

The dead can forgive. The dead can be forgiven. The rest of us have better things to do. (Monza Murcatto)

Funny how a person hung on to things that weren't of no use at all but then those were the things that pierced the soul when a body lost them.

Sometimes giving up something shows more love than trying to hold onto it.

Some people believe that holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go — and then do it.