Quotes About Surrender

When God says, "Wait," we can control only two things: how we wait, and who we become along the way.

Whatever is happening, whatever is changing, whatever is going or not going according to my plans—I release my hold on all of it. I leave behind who I think I am, who I want to be, what I want the world to be. I come home to the great peace of the present moment

what feels like such a painful loss now will become something beautiful later on. You cannot escape your destiny. You can certainly try. People do so every day. They hold on tight, and the river just dries up.

grief looks like nothing from the outside, it looks like surrender, but in fact it is the most terrible struggle. It is friction. It is a spiritual grinding, and who's to say it cannot produce a spark and heat that, given fuel could burn a good man to the ground.

You cannot fly into your own arms.

Did Appomattox signify the triumph of right over wrong or of might over right?

These men, knowing full well that they were eyewitnesses to monumental events, read meaning and purpose into every detail of the surrender conference, and their accounts reveal that the seeds of continuing strife were sown at the very moment of Union victory and Confederate defeat.

Doing nothing is opting for the sweetness of stillness...Instead of fighting with that which you cannot control, you might as well just see it through...

All the backpedaling and backstepping that goes on with powerful women today, with Hillary Clinton saying she could have stayed home and baked cookies and blah blah blah, and then offending everybody so that she had to say that she does, in fact, *love* to make cookies, loves it almost as much as she likes to trade agricultural futures. I mean, what is that about? All this I'm really a lady, I'm really a nice girl crap- who needs it? It really is nothing more than surrender.

I need love. I need the thing that happens when your brain shuts off and your heart turns on.

He prayed as he breathed, forming no words and making no specific requests, only holding his heart, like broken birds in cupped hands

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd:I strove against the stream and all in vain:Let the great river take me to the main:No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield;Ask me no more.

Cast all your cares on God; that anchor holds.

She drew him softly downwards to his knees. He sank; he yielded utterly; he obeyed. Her weight was upon him, smothering, delicious. The snow was to his waist.... She kissed him softly on the lips, the eyes, all over his face. And then she spoke his name in that voice of love and wonder, the voice that held the accent of two others—both taken over long ago by Death—the voice of his mother, and of the woman he had loved.

May God Bless Khabbab bin Aratt. He embraced Islam of his own freewill and immigrated (from Makkah) cheerfully. He lived a contented life. He bowed happily before the Will of God and he led the life of a mujahid.

Our affairs are attached to the destiny decreed by God, even our best plans may lead us to destruction.

When you have to depart from this world and have to meet death (eventually), then why wish delay? (i.e., why feel nervous about death?)

Do you ever just put your arms out and just spin and spin and spin? Well, that's what love is like; everything inside of you tells you to stop before you fall, but for some reason you just keep going.

Who would ever give up the reality of dreams for relative knowledge?

Abolish these categories of pain (or is it love) Let it all be one pain Pain swallows itself, dies like a star.

I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind. I confess that I've forgotten what for.

Come apart in my mouth.

You entered this hall in your moonlit unconsciousness pleading for a different life.

I'm fated, and I'm entirely yours.