Quotes About Letting go

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

I would miss Colby, but it wasn't going anywhere. All the more reason why I should.

And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

Sometimes forgetting was just as bad as remembering.

There were lots of ways to love someone, I guessed, both by remembering and forgetting.

We can't be sad about it forever, you know? We've got to think back to the good times and just remember them; that's all we can do. We can't worry about the past or what happened at the end, any more. I can't and you can't.

Who would have thought that grieving and old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel?

Tu pasado siempre es tu pasado. Aun si lo olvidas, te recuerda.

Some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting around for a chance to change it.

Like that box held the last little piece of what was normal, and I wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

It's not a switch you can just flip off, Dr. Marshall had told me once. If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love-and everything that followed is part of letting it go.

I am consciously surrendering conciousness.

Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.

Maybe love stays. Maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, 'Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.' If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, 'Thank you for stopping by.

Every day as I wave to my children when I drop them off at school, or let one of them have a new experience—like crossing the street without holding my hand—I experience the struggle between love and non-attachment. It is hard to bear—the extreme love of one's child and the thought that ultimately the child belongs to the world. There is this horrible design flaw—children are supposed to grow up and away from you; and one of you will die first.

In the past - even a long while after she left me - I thought of Anny. Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

To forgive and forget means to throw away dearly bought experience.

There are some mistakes you can never make up for. There are things you can do wrong you can never do right. That doesn't mean you shouldn't try. You should, but if it becomes clear that you won't succeed, drop it. To force the issue just tortures the people you wronged in the first place. Once you've made your feelings clear, it's better to leave and get on with your life.

düzelece?ime söz veriyorum; her zaman yapt???m gibi yazg?n?n önümüze ç?kard??? her küçük kederi art?k eveleyip gevelemeyece?im ve geçmi? benim için geçmi?te kalacak.

Nelere sahibim! Ama onu dü?ünmem; neyim varsa hepsini çekip at?yor! Nelere sahibim... Ama onsuz, benim için her ?ey hiçle?iyor!

Yüce Tanr?m, bu dünyada sevdi?imiz her ?eyden ayr?lmak zorunda m?y?z ?

E s'abituava a disfarsi di tutto, per non aver più niente da perdere.