Quotes About Letting go

the regrettable past should be left to languish wherever it took itself when it was finished being the enjoyable present

We hold on to the shitty things the tightest, for some reason. And

Maybe that's just what moving on is, not getting over, but skipping over. And

More often than not, we come to understand this only after the crisis has passed. It is at the very moment of anger's emergence that we must recognize its empty nature. That understanding will strip thoughts of their power to build into a stream of obsession and oppression. They cross the mind without leaving a trace, like the trackless flight of a bird through the sky.

There is indeed an element of relaxation in meditation, but it is connected with the relief that comes from letting go of hopes and fears, of attachments and the whims of the ego that never stop feeding our inner conflicts.

Parecemos con demasiada frecuencia un caminante exhausto que lleva un pesado saco al hombro llena de una mezcla de provisiones y piedras. ¿No sería más razonable dejarlo un momento en el suelo para separar una cosa de otra y aligerar la carga?.

it is no great task to remember people--the challenge is in forgetting them and allowing one's self to -go on-. [Édouard Manet]

Therapeutic forgiveness cuts out, eradicates, cancels, makes the wrong as if it had never been. Therapeutic forgiveness is like surgery.

Does anything in nature despair except man? An animal with a foot caught in a trap does not seem to despair. It is too busy trying to survive. It is all closed in, to a kind of still, intense waiting. Is this a key? Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

Keep busy with survival. Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember nothing stays the same for long, not even pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.

I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep ... Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass.

I don't need more anger. I just want to move on...

Trebalo bi ubijati prošlost sa svakim danom što se ugasi. Izbrisati je da ne postoji, da ne boli. Lakše bi se podnosio dan što traje, ne bi se merio onim što više ne postoji. Ovako se mešaju utvare i život, pa nema ni ?istog se?anja, ni ?istog života.

Živimo na zemlji samo jedan dan ili manje. Daj mi snage da oprostim. Jer ko oprosti on je najve?i. A znam zaboraviti ne mogu.

Oti?i ?u da te ne mrzim da mi postane svejedno. Rasuo sam tvoj lik po dalekim putevima razne?e ih vjetar i sprati kiše nadam se. U meni ?e ga potrti pozlijedenost.

Oti?i ?u, da te ne gledam, oti?i ?u, da ne mislim na izdaju. - Znaš li kako mi je bilo? Znaš li kako mi je i sad? Oti?i ?u, da te ne mrzim, da mi postane svejedno. Rasuo sam tvoj lik po dalekim putevima, raznije?e ga vjetrovi i sprati kiše, nadam se. U meni ?e ga potrti pozlije?enost.

Moraš da nau?iš da nastaviš. To je deo toga. Deo onoga što ?ini ljubav prema nekome. Kad zaista nekog voliš, onda ga ne doživljavaš samo kao produžetak sebe. Ne voliš ga samo zbog sebe. Ljubav je kada znaš kada da pustiš.

Najbolje je zaboraviti, da umre ljudsko sje?anje na sve što je ružno, i da djeca ne pjevaju pjesme o osveti.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things our, spectres mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things are, spectres mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things are, specters mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

Don't worry about the future, sooner or later it's the past. If they say the feeling's gone then it's time to take it back.

In order to enter that zone we must finally let go of the embodied distances that place grants. But what does this do to what we commonly think of as the past? I think of cyberspace, which is no place at all, as akin to the dark imaginary out of which poems come, their rhythms, their discrete music punctuating the inner life.

If you love something, set it free. If it was meant to be, it will come back to you.