Quotes About Letting go

That's when I gave up pinball. When the times comes, everybody gives up pinball. Nothing more to it.

If you can let it go at not understanding, that's the best anyone could expect.

Relax, let your guard down. You're all tensed up so you always expect the worst. Relax your body, and the rest of you will lighten up.

The passage of time will usually extract the venom from most things and render them harmless. Then, sooner or later, I forget about them.

All things pass. None of us can manage to hold on to anything.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Give less of a fuck. There's a lot of talk from well-adjusted people on the other side of menopause about how they care a lot less about a lot more things than they did before. I believe this is often a survival skill picked up in perimenopause, one that likely kept them from yelling at other people and helped them carve out the time, space, and energy to care for themselves, often after a process of figuring out they gave way too many fucks to adequately deal with any of this.

It takes courage to let go—to let go of your way, to let go of being the answer. We are not the answer, my friend; God is. If we live like this, it will mean fruitful labor. Without fruit, what would be the point of living anyway? But the seed has to be buried deep in the ground before the fruit has a chance to take hold. Before the harvest is ready, the fields look bare. All the life is hidden, ready to be revealed, ready to be released—in His time.

And a man who is stupid enough to let you slip through his fingers does not deserve you anyway.

I'm no Buddhist monk, and I can't say I'm in love with renunciation in itself, or traveling an hour or more to print out an article I've written, or missing out on the N.B.A. Finals. But at some point, I decided that, for me at least, happiness arose out of all I didn't want or need, not all I did.

I used to not even be able to order pizza on the phone because I was just so shy. I think that's why so much comes out on-screen: because that's my time to let go in a safe place. When you're doing that, it's all written down on paper, and it's total fiction.

I'm not one to take revenge. If someone does something wrong to me I leave it in the hands of the universe to take care of that person.

A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist.

The people who did you wrong or who didn't quite know how to show up, you forgive them. And forgiving them allows you to forgive yourself too.

I realized I'd built up walls and carried grudges for years. I had a lot of animosity, dating back to when I was growing up, toward people who told me that what I was doing datingwise was wrong.

I have forgiven and forgotten all those who wronged me.

Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs.

I got this idea about being afraid to let go of something and being afraid of sinking into a state of almost anesthesia, where you have to trust other people. Just the paranoia of it all. And it seemed to suit the frenetic track. So I just wrote it out and, you know, said it.

I never went through a period were I wanted to be a doctor, a cop or even a rock star. All I wanted to do was play short stop for the Yankees from the time I was about 5. Then I turned 15 and realized how silly that was and just gave up on it.

Every time I start to get worked up over something, I just think to myself, 'Is this really going to matter in my life tomorrow, in an hour, in a year?' You just can't get stressed about the little things 'cause it's just not worth it at the end of the day.

I never dwell on what happened. You can't change it. Move forward. Don't waste your energy on being angry at something that somebody did six months ago or a year ago. It's over. Done. Move forward.

You can't live on last year, you can't live on the year before. I can't bring in my 13 Pro Bowls in the locker room and say, look at me. No. That is gone. That is the best thing about the game of football is that everybody starts over.

I've known for years that resentments don't hurt the person we resent, but they do hurt us.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.