Quotes About Letting go

But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

If we actually thought about every decision we made, we'd be paralyzed ... You have to decide which decisions you're actually going to make, and then you have to let the rest of them go.

shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

I choose what to remember, and I am choosing Rhiannon. Again and again, I am choosing her, I am conjuring her, because to let go for an instant will allow her to disappear.

What's gone is gone.

i am constantly telling him that i'm not sure the laws of sex and the city apply when there's no sex and there's no city, but then he looks at me like i'm throwing spiked darts at the heart-shaped helium balloons that populate his mind, so i let it go

he's walking away and at the same time i feel like i'm the one leaving him behind.

I say good-bye to hope, but I also say goodbye to hope's disappointment.

I couldn't fight the tide, so I decided to float along.

shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never lesrned how to hold on?

If she lets go, it's all over. If I let go, it's all over. And because she is holding on so tight, I hold on so tight.

It's not easy," she says, in that voice that mothers have, that mix of unwanted knowledge and small consolation. "Whatever you had—I don't know exactly what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

I'm so sorry," I continue. And it's like the last word is a hurdle and I can't leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop. What was the next line? What did I say to you then? I probably changed the subject, and the new subject wasn't worth remembering.

I don't have the heart to tell him that's the wrong way to think about the world. There will always be more questions Every answer leads to more questions. The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

Answerless questions can destroy. Move on. - A

I realize that miss her or not missing her isn't the point. The point is that I'm still carrying around what happened as much as she is. And I need to get rid of it.

breath is not aware of its history; it is just breath. I wish I could be like that, or love could be like that.

I was always thinking in terms of too much or not enough, rarely allowing myself that crucial space in between. Except when he was around. Except when we were really together. Then I could forget—I couldn't turn it off, but I could forget to turn it on. Gradually, the columns began to tip. I lost track of keeping track. In order to let us be, I let myself be.

One last song. One last turn. One last street. no matter how hard you try to keep hold of a day, it's going to leave you

mom: my point is that there are times when you just have to let it all out. all of the anger, all of the pain. me: have you thought of talking to someone about this? i mean, i have some pills that might interest you, but i think you're supposed to have a prescription. it's okay - it only takes up an hour of your time for them to diagnose it.

I have to let go of some other things in order not to crash right into the ground. I no longer give a fuck. I mean, I didn't think I gave a fuck before. But that was amateur not-giving-afuck. This is stop-at-nothing, don't-give-a-fuck freedom.

We are so used to releasing words. We don't know what to do with them if they stay. Not on the walls. I'm not talking about the walls. I'm talking about what happens when they stay with us. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.