Quotes About Letting go

Selfhood begins with a walking away, And love is proved in letting go.

This is what is hardest: to close the open hand because one loves.

In life, there are those relationships where you really love someone, but they're just not right for you and there's a little bittersweet feel to it.

The heart of the path is quite easy. There's no need to explain anything at length. Let go of love and hate and let things be. That's all that I do in my own practice.

The real ordeal is not leaving those you love but learning to live without those who don't love you.

Maharajji told me, 'Give up anger and I'll help you.' I found that love freed me back into the ocean of love and my righteous anger didn't do that. And I would rather be free than right.

Its not a matter of giving you a chance. I've watched you these six months becoming a whole different person, someone who is only just beginning to see her possibilities. You have no idea how happy that has made me. I don't want you to be tied to me, to my hospital appointments, to the restrictions on my life. I don't want you to miss out on the things someone else could give you.

She regards Ellie gravely. "You know, you can't make someone love you again. No matter how much you might want it. Sometimes, unfortunately, the timing is simply...off.

Jess's grandmother had often said that the key to a happy life was a short memory.

suddenly in the throng, arms up, clapping to the music, dancing in the way that middle-aged people do, badly, but with the confidence that comes from the fact that they no longer care, that sometimes just the act of dancing, letting go in a room of people while a beat thumps through your veins, is an act of rebellion against the dark, against the tough times that will inevitably come tomorrow.

We danced as if we had nothing else to do but dance. Lord, it felt good. I had forgotten the joy of just existing, of losing yourself in the music...I let go of everything, my problems floating away like helium balloons: my awful job, my picky boss, my failure to move on. I became a thing, alive, moving, joyful.

Don't think of me too often... Just live well. Just live

Oh, Louisa, you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

And when it came down to it, what was the point in re-examining your sadness all the time anyway?

Maybe that's the thing we need to understand, Alice. That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.

Don't think of me too often. I don't want to think of you getting all maudlin. Just live well. Just live.

It's not a matter of giving you a chance. I've watched you these six months becoming a whole different person, someone who is only just beginning to see her possibilities. You have no idea how happy that has made me. I don't want you to be tied to me, to my hospital appointments, to the restrictions on my life. I don't want you to miss out on all the things someone else could give you.

She stopped and turned to me, as if she had suddenly thought of something. "You know, you don't have to be sad just to stay connected to him." - page 273 "Hey Lou!" she yelled. "I meant to say to you. Moving on doesn't mean you loved my dad any less, you know. I'm pretty sure even he would tell you that." - page 300

best way to get through life was not to dwell on things so she packed those events into a suitcase, and shoved it to the back of a mental cupboard,

She had once been told by her favorite aunt that the best way to get through life was not to dwell on things so she packed those events into a suitcase, and shoved it to the back of a mental cupboard, just as she had done with numerous suitcases before.

to say sorry. Oh, Louisa, you can hang on to your hurt out of some misplaced sense of pride, or you can just let go and relish whatever precious time you have.

I told myself there was no point in dwelling on something that was gone.

when it came down to it, what was the point in reexamining your sadness all the time anyway? It was like picking away at a wound and refusing to let it heal.

Qué fue lo mas difícil? - ¿Perdone? - De trabajar con William Traynor. - Dejarlo ir.