Quotes About Letting go

There ain't no way that you can hold onto something that wants to go, you understand? You can only love what you got while you got it.

Of course we all suffer,' Priya often told her. 'But if you cling to suffering or fight it then it will hold on like a rat. If you accept it's existence and the pain it causes you, then you can release it'.

How do you unlove somebody?

I've learned that everything that thinks and feels," she said, "grows by subtraction. Detachment brings perspective. Wisdom comes from letting go. It's true for humans, too, but most of them seem to struggle with it.

Don't cry over anything that can't cry over you.

I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how I think it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

What is the point of worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took?

Bir yerlerde bir ?rmak olduÄŸunu düÅŸünüp duruyorum. Sular? coÅŸkun bir ?rmak. Suyun içinde iki kiÅŸi var ve birbirlerine tutunmaya çal???yorlar, bütün güçleriyle uÄŸra??yorlar, ama sonunda dayanam?yorlar. Ak?nt? çok kuvvetli. Birbirlerini b?rakmak, ayr? yerlere sürüklenmek zorundalar. San?r?m bizim durumumuz da bu.

I keep thinking about this river . . . two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current is too strong. They've got to let go . . . It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But, in the end, we can't stay together forever.

No hago más que pensar en ese río de no sé qué parte, con unas aguas muy rápidas. Y en esas dos personas que están en medio de ellas, tratando de agarrarse mutuamente, aferrándose con todas sus fuerzas el uno al otro, hasta que al final ya no pueden aguantar más. La corriente es demasiado fuerte. Tienen que soltarse, y se separan, y se los lleva el agua.

Porque em algum lugar, lá no fundo, uma parte de nós permaneceu igual: receosos do mundo em volta e — por mais que nos envergonhássemos disso — incapazes de deixar o outro partir de uma vez por todas.

keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it's just too much. The current's too strong. They've got to let go, drift apart. That's how I think it is with us. It's a shame, Kath, because we've loved each other all our lives. But in the end, we can't stay together forever.

It must be great. Not to miss things. Not to long to get back to something. Not to be looking back all the time.

One can't be forever dwelling on what might have been.

But to be frank, there's much relief around the company. We feel now we can forget our past transgressions and look to the future. It was a great thing our President did.

After all, what can we gain in forever looking back and blaming ourselves if our lives have not turned out quite as we might have wished.

What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took?

This was what I wanted. This guy. This life. This me. I was never getting my old life back, and I didn't care. I was happy. I was safe. I was right where I wanted to be.

Take what you can use and let the rest go by.

Because sometimes the only way to keep from losing everything is to give everything up. Because sometimes strength must for the sake of winning give in to--

The more he tries to stop it, the faster it goes. When he lets his hands and face move like they want to and doesn't try to hold them back, they flow and gesture in a way that's real pretty to watch, but when he worries about them and tries to hold back he becomes a wild, jerky puppet doing a high-strung dance. Everything is moving faster and faster, and his voice is speeding up to match.

I sighed, surrendering speech, but held on to her arm. "Viv . . . ?" If this was the last of it, I wanted the last look of good-by.

That is, my experience is that when the bodymind is strong and healthy—not ascetically starved and despised—it is all the easier to drop it, transcend it, let it go.

The ultimate act of power is surrender.