Quotes About Letting go

When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things.

You can be free. Simply put, you have to give up on Earth.

When was it all right to let go not only of the dead but of the living—to learn to accept?

When the dead are done with the living," Franny said to me, "the living can go on to other things.

What I'd been missing was a wanderlust that came from letting go?

When I no longer have your heart I will not request your body your presence or even your polite conversation. I will go away to a far country separated from you by the sea — on which I cannot walk — and refrain even from sending letters describing my pain.

He did not use these things anymore, and yet, the thought of letting them go made him sad. He felt they represented times in his life he could not recall without their presence. They represented stories

As you sit, make peace also with the reality that, after you die, it won't matter to you how you are remembered; you will not be here to experience it. All the grand things that you do or say, all the skyscrapers you build and cover with gold, your elegant tombstone, all will be completely forgotten eventually. Even your children, and their children, too, will be forgotten. That being so, perhaps it is best to begin to erase your presence well before you leave the scene.

There's no return from this, no way we will ever come back together again. She tried to accept this clarity as a gift.

how long before hope begins to eat itself? how many flags must be waved? when does a man let go of his wife's hand in order to hold his child?

No more to say, and nothing to weep for

Roma?" I was surprised, though I knew Roma was a perennial problem. She could be cruel, but despite a few truly alarming incidents, I tried to believe that Roma was, at heart, a good person. Charlie had once asked, "Mom? What do I do if every time I see someone, I feel bad about myself?" "Sweetheart," I'd said, "you can try to make friendships work, but it's OK to just let some people go.

The dead can forgive. The dead can be forgiven. The rest of us have better things to do.

So often in life, moments that are long anticipated turn out to be profound disappointments.

If you want to be a fine new person with a fine new life you've got to put the person you were behind you, like a snake sheds its skin. You've got to stop picking through your hoard of hurts and grievances like a miser with his coins, set 'em down and allow yourself to go free. You've got to forgive and you've got to trust, not because anyone else deserves it, but because you do.

If you want to be a fine new person with a fine new life you've got to put the person you were behind you, like a snake sheds its skin. You've got to stop picking through your hoard of hurts and grievances like a miser through his coins, set 'em down and allow yourself to go free. You've got to forgive and you've got to trust, not because anyone else deserves it, but because you do.

And we who loved the world must learn the language of absence: days foreshortened, empty rooms, the irrevocable distance between the goodbye and the letting go.

To sum up the meditative process, you have to break the habit of being yourself and reinvent a new self; lose your mind and create a new one; prune synaptic connections and nurture new ones; unmemorize past emotions and recondition the body to a new mind and emotions; and let go of the past and create a new future.

We can't create a new future while we're living in our past. It's simply impossible.

You could say they were more in love with their future than they were with their past.

Keep unfolding deeper and deeper into oneness; Continuously let go of control; Feel greater and greater degrees of wholeness, and finally;

This begs the question: How much of your creative energy is tied up in guilt, hatred, resentment, lack, or fear? The truth is that you could be using all that energy to re-create a new destiny.

I hope if there is another world, we will not be judged too harshly for the things we did wrong here—that we will at least be forgiven for the mistakes we made out of love. I have no doubt it was a sin of some kind, to let such a one go.

You had to know when it made sense to try to untangle something and when to just cut the motherfucker loose