Quotes About Letting go

It's the age-old thing - it's such a cliche - but why worry about things you have no control over?

It's the most amazing thing to be able to forgive.

Hatred and bitterness and anger only consume the vessel that contains them. It doesn't hurt another soul.

Let go of anger. Let go of pride. When you are bound by nothing You go beyond sorrow.

Forget your sadness, anger, grudges and hatred. Let them pass like smoke caught in a breeze. Do not indulge yourself in such feelings.

Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind.

I have come to believe that anger and grudges are burning embers in the heart.

The fact of the matter is that I wanted to hold a grudge in some funny kind of way.Against everybody.

The longer I live, the more I observe that carrying around anger is the most debilitating to the person who bears it.

Why should I be angry at someone when they are out dancing?

The same goes for envy, anger and insults - said the master. - When they are not accepted, they continue to belong to the one who carried them.

Getting even with somebody is no way to get ahead of anybody.

I sat down in a chair by the bed. The house got altogether still again, and I thought he was asleep. Just ever so quietly I reached over and laid my hand on his shoulder. He said, 'I love you too, Hannah. He didn't last long after that. Death had become his friend. They say that people, if they want to, can let themselves slip away when the time comes. I think that is what Nathan did. He was not false or greedy. When the time came to go, he went.

I have thrown away my lantern, and I can see the dark.

Look in and see him looking out. He is not always quiet, but there have been times when happiness has come to him, unasked, like the stillness on the water that holds the evening clear while it subsides - and he let go what he was not.

To be the mother of a grown-up child means that you don't have a child anymore, and that is sad. When the grown-up child leaves home, that is sadder.

Mattie was a grown woman in love, and they had to let her go, with their blessing, enduring what could not be helped. And there was no use in thinking of that fluid, glistening instant that always seems, in looking back, to have come between what might have happened and what happened, when one might have made some little choice that would have changed forever the course of things.

Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. maybe there just meant to be accepted.

As is said in the film Jacob's Ladder, "The only thing that burns in hell is the part of you that won't let go of your life: your memories, your attachments. They burn them all away, but they're not punishing you, they're freeing your soul. If you're frightened of dying and you're holding on, you'll see devils tearing your life away. If you've made your peace, then the devils are really angels freeing you from the earth.

Does it matter who we are, or what we keep or lose?

It will be better for both of us Let me go.

This ridiculous foible is perhaps one of our most fatal characteristics; for is there anything more absurd than to wish to carry continually a burden which one can always throw down?

Curious how these early linguistic abilities are so fragile, how unthinkingly and easily the brain lets them go.

I have had my dream—like others— And it has come to nothing, so that I remain now carelessly With feet planted on the ground, And look up at the sky— Feeling my clothes about me, The weight of my body in my shoes, The rim of my hat, air passing in and out At my nose—and decide to dream no more.