Quotes About Letting go

The only thing I've settled in my mind is that I want to forgive, and forgiveness comes with forgetting.

Forgiving is OK. Forgetting, never.

Forgiving is not an easy thing to do.

The things we remember best are those better forgotten.

It wasn't until I let go of the idea of the brass ring that it showed up, and fortunately for me, it coincided with getting clean.

Once you finish a book, you let it go out into the world to seek its fortune.

I have a great foundation, a great training foundation. But it took me a long time to let the training go.

When the frame's safe, I like to let myself go a bit; play a few more entertaining shots rather than just getting the frame over and done with.

I'm not a control freak.

I'm a bit of a control freak, and I had to realize you can't control everything in your life.

How do I let go of Maplewood? It's like Shangri-la. It's so culturally diverse, and all my children are adopted - a transracial family. And we're not the freaks. Everybody flies their freak flag high in Maplewood!

Sometimes trust takes time. We all love to be in control, but when you start to give some of that up, it's freeing. Start with some of the little things. Give those things up to the Lord.

I've had friendships and relationships in the past where things weren't working out for either of us, but I still found it really hard to let go.

This season is a lot funnier, not as dark, mainly because, well, she has accepted the fact that she is dead. She knows she cannot go back to where she was when she was alive.

The robbers of time are the past and the future. Man should bless the past, and forget it, if it keeps him in bondage, and bless the future, knowing it has in store for him endless joys, but live fully in the now.

I was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciting the incantation. It was the magic of forgetting.

I was starting to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place. It was the magic of forgetting.

West didn't want her to get hurt anymore. He wanted her to let go. He wanted her to appreciate her life. To know he loved her. All these things sounded so stupid to him when he imagined saying them and he knew she didn't want to hear them anyway. She wanted to hear one thing.

Letting go isn't giving up. It's trusting God to do whatever He has to do.

Past and future were out of her hands. One was finished and couldn't be undone. The other was beyond imagining.

You're worrying about things you can't control. Just take things one day at a time.

A time to get and a time to lose. A time to keep and a time to cast away. A time for love and a time to hate. A time of war and a time of peace.

When I asked her about her days in Brooklyn she doled out scraps and then went silent. What was the use? The past is the past and it's dangerous to go back.

When another woman steals your man the best revenge is to let her keep him