Quotes About Letting go

Yeshua's way was to protect nothing and let go of all grievance, as

You have to let go of what you think you know. There's a narrow Way where all things are possible. The price to walk it is death, which is why it's such a rare find, a treasure buried in a field. Most will never seek it because they're terrified of what they will find.

These are the intensities that one cannot live with, that he has to outgrow if he wants to survive. But who can help grieving for them? If the blood vessels could hold them, how much better to keep those early loves with us?

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again.

But life happens the way it happens, and there's no point wishing the past was any different. It will always be what it was, and there's not a damn thing we can do about it.

We could all drive ourselves mad thinking about what could have been. But life happens the way it happens, and there's no point wishing the past was any different. It will always be what it was, and there's not a damn thing we can do about it.

You can't live the rest of your days feeling bitter and spiteful," David continued. "It'll eat you up inside and keep you from enjoying the good things that will come your way later on. And there will be good things, I promise you that.

life is short and we can't waste precious time feeling hateful or carrying grudges.

will not be defined by my past, nor will I harbor bitterness toward those who wronged me. Instead I will pity them, for they do not know compassion or forgiveness.

that life is short and we can't waste precious time feeling hateful or carrying grudges.

I realized in that moment that I was going to have to find a way to accept how my life had played out and let go of the frustration and regret about not meeting Anton. This was my reality going forward. What good could come from grappling forever with "could have beens"? Every life was full of "could have beens." The best we could do was make the most of what was and what had been.

This was my reality going forward. What good could come from grappling forever with "could have beens"? Every life was full of "could have beens." The best we could do was make the most of what was and what had been.

Standing there with him now felt like I was experiencing another death. Somehow, I had to find a way to say good-bye to him and to all of this—to bury our history deep in the ground. I reminded myself that it was impossible to go back. We weren't the same people we once were,

I remind myself that my son is no longer the little boy I used to cuddle at night when we read bedtime stories together. He's a man now, living on his own. I'm proud of him and pleased that he's independent, even though I miss him every day.

But life happens the way it happens, and there's no point wishing the past was any different. It will always be what it was, and there's not a damn thing we can

How long, I wondered, did we need to cling to the things that belonged to our lost loved ones? Were "things" what really mattered? It was just stuff.

If people displease me too much, I just leave 'em to it. There's no point in trying to change people -- and there are a million people out there one could be equally good friends with. Generally I forgive very easily, and then one day I just switch off. It's best that way, or else you spend your life fretting.

It was hard to let go of rage these days. It kept the body warm when hope had become elusive.

Your trying to take them away from me, and I can't let you do that.I'm not ready to let go." "Exactly what am I taking away?" "My family." "Brenna..." She wouldn't let him continue. "You are trying to take them away, aren't you? And if you succeed, what will I have left?" "Me.

You] have to accept it and move on, without letting where you've been control where you're going.

Or maybe, it's just gone. Sometimes things disappear and there's no getting them back. That's just how it is.

Love is a bruise. The best way to let it heal is to stop touching it.

Your actions are your own. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors.

Mírame morir y olvida.