Quotes About Letting go

When we give up the chase, we give up our wishing.

To soar, we must leave anything that weighs us down...

Success is evident from the joy you experience. Be willing to let go of anything that takes your joy away.

Let go of how you perceive others and how others perceive you.

You can only give yourself a chance to find right things when you stop chasing wrong things.

Stop harboring grudges against those who have wronged you, it just holds you back when you really want to be in the NOW.

Forget 'bout your past and forget 'bout your resources, make you eligible to any of your desire.

To take control of your life ... just let go!

Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.

I felt all of existence swelling in my veins. Letting my umbrella drop, I flung back my head to open myself to the wind and the suns. It was as though in the course of one night I had cast away the emptiness I had so long held in my arms.

the bile rising in her throat. Was it over? That easy?

You are here," she said. "Live here, not in the past in a country that you can't go back to.

Tell me things I won't mind forgetting, she said. 'Make it useless stuff or skip it.

At a certain point, it would seem, you have to stop caring, and stop trying to protect what someone else is set to destroy.

I ask myself, How can I relax? How can I let go of everything that's happened? You need complete trust to do that.

I was returning with myself whole and unbroken—limbs, mind, and spirit. I had discarded pride, that useless burden of self-importance

The relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A desire for revenge, a strange revenge.

He let Julius go. There was beginning to rise in him a feeling of profound disgust--a kind of hatred almost, of himself, of Julius, of everything.

Un gest ca s-o posezi ajunge s-o destrame.

Letting go of the pipe in the laundry room, he could feel in his throat so many sentences from the night's reading of emails, and he needed to shout them at her now as she poured her coffee in the kitchen, its smell always such a comfort to him, but not then; that morning it was like the sweet fragrance of lilacs just before you see the corpse upon which they lie.

He thought back but Bianca, her foot heavy on the accelerator, thought away . From Rose, their mother, their entire past, books and papers and stories and sorrows: let it sink into the ocean. She had her wallet and her sleeping bag and her running shoes and her van; and she drove as if this were the point from which the rest of her life might begin.

The challenge of life is to appreciate everything and attach yourself to nothing.

Perhaps he was burning down a house in which he no longer wanted to live.

Fuck it. I gave up smoking. and I can give up love.