Quotes About Letting go

Resentment, on the other hand, involves re-feeling the original anger. We remember the injury and re-feel the emotions surrounding the hurt. Anger is like a flame, resentment like a hot coal.

those who will not forgive for themselves or for the sake of the offender will be motivated to forgive because they see that they hurt others by deciding to hold on to resentment.

But if you find that your anger hasn't passed away in a reasonable amount of time or if weeks, months, or years after the hurtful event you are still ruminating over the injury, plotting revenge, or feeling the same level of pain, your anger has probably turned into a smoldering resentment. You are a prime candidate for choosing the forgiveness process.

Though this universe I own, I possess not a thing, for I cannot know the unknown if to the known I cling.

I sha'n't catch up in this world, anyway. I'd rather you'd not go unless you must.

I had not taken the first step in knowledge; I had not learned to let go with the hands, As still I have not learned to with the heart. And have no wish to with the heart—nor need. That I can see. The mind—is not the heart. I may yet live, as I know others live, To wish in vain to let go with the mind— Of cares, at night, to sleep; but nothing tells me That I need learn to let go with the heart.

The leaves let go, the seeds let go, and I must let go sometimes, too, and cast my lot with another of nature's imperfect but tenacious survivors.

The Tiny Wound.     It is small but painful and irritating. You try all sorts of medicaments, you com- plain, you scratch and pick at the scab. Doctors only make it worse, transforming the tiny wound into a grave matter. If only you had left the wound alone, letting time heal it and freeing yourself of worry.

America was different. America was a river, roarng along, unmindful of the past. I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

What good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again.

c'est une erreur d'affirmer qu'on peut enterrer le passé, il s'accroche tant et si bien qu'il remonte toujours à la surface.

I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

Infilai la foto dove l'avevo trovata. Mi resi conto che quei pensieri non mi avevano ferito. Chiudendo la porta della stanza mi chiesi se quello fosse il modo in cui sboccia il perdono, non con le fanfare di una epifania, ma con il dolore che, nel cuore della notte, fa i bagagli e si allontana senza nemmeno avvisare.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Closing Sohrab's door, I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded, not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night.

Tot ce ar putea genera ar fi regret, imi spun eu, si la ce ar fi bun regretul? Nu aduce nimic inapoi. Ce am pierdut este irecuperabil.

Aku telah pergi cukup lama untuk melupakan dan dilupakan.

I wondered if that was how forgiveness budded; not with the fanfare of epiphany, but with pain gathering its things, packing up, and slipping away unannounced in the middle of the night

Biarkan aku meringankan bebanmu: Tak ada satu pun dalam kenanganmu tentang Kabul yang bertahan. Yang terbaik adalah melupakan semuanya.

All it will beget is regret, I tell myself, and what good is regret? It brings back nothing. What we have lost is irretrievable.

Don't let this anger ruin your life any more than it already has. If you want to every achieve happiness, don't dwell on the past. Instead, start living. What is the point of obsessing that has already happened, and that you cannot change? Live! And be merry.

we have a choice. To be bitter and angry, or to try and move on. It's the hardest thing for me, letting go of all that righteous anger. I'm still struggling. But that's what I want to do.

But you and I and Phoebe, we have a choice. To be bitter and angry, or to try and move on. It's the hardest thing for me, letting go of all that righteous anger. I'm still struggling. But that's what I want to do.