Quotes About Surrender

Believing Jesus means you're willing to risk everything you are and everything you have based on everything He taught and everything He did. It means learning to love Him more than you love your own life.

Oh, God, please

You make choices that are good and sound, but the gods have other plans for you.

He'd been raised to give women what they wanted. 'You can fight,' his father told him. 'You can bitch. If you're a real prick, you can overpower. But the pain over the long haul ... just not worth it, son. Surrender young and happily with fewer scars.' The old man was right about that.

Fear holds on. Love lets go.

Fear holds on. Love lets go. "Yes

God knows the hour of each person's passing. Whatever we did or didn't do for someone we loved, the timing of his or her departure was God's alone. Thy will be done is more than a prayer request. It's a forgone conclusion.

Everyone becomes a believer in a crisis, calling on a God with whom to cut a last-ditch deal. She'd

All of his strength and blood and breath were entering the earth now. His brain and spirit became part of the earth. He rose. He floated above, weightless, watching his human self labor and writhe. He gave himself to it willingly, traded himself for all that he loved and valued, and felt free.

It wasn't a case of storming heaven. It was a case of letting heaven storm you.

The gods do not save us from death.  They only catch us when we fall from life.

Could you people stop trying to come up with novel ways to kill me for just ONE HOUR? Or maybe the rest of the night? I would SO like that. Just the rest of the night. Just sit down. Just stop doing anything. Sit down and wait sensibly. Earth, water, air, fire - you're running out of elements here!

Trust in the gods, They will supply? Hardly. He wondered suddenly if it was as hard for the gods to have faith in Ingrey as it was for him to have faith in Them, and a weird wild urge to show Them how it should be done swept him for a moment.

The gods do not grant miracles for our purposes, but for theirs, Umegat had said. Yes? It seemed to Cazaril that this bargain ought to run two ways. If people stopped lending the gods their wills by which to do miracles, eh, what would the gods do about it then?

Do not deny the gods. And they will not deny you." As Oswyl stared at him, he went on, "Dangerous habit, mind you. Once you start to let Them in through that first crack, They're worse than mice.

If it ever came down to exerting power by force, it would mean I'd already lost it.

I think He accepts curses the way most gods accept prayers, really.

What do you think, my lord Castillar?" Cazaril swallowed. "I think…I think if you lent me a razor now, for me to cut my throat with, it would save ever so many steps. Please Your Grace." The Provincara snorted. "Good, Cazaril, good. I do so like a man who doesn't underestimate his situation.

I've decided it's important to love the life you get and somehow learn to let go of the life you dreamed of.

Maybe I want to be tied down and forced to admit it

It was that surrender he needed. That complete feminine submission to every stroke, every caress, ever naughty act. Only in that submission would the subconscious trust, the bond he needed between them, come. He wanted her to trust, to know, to instinctively understand that he was more than just her lover; he was her other half. The one she told her secrets to. The one, she made secrets with.

She shuddered, convulsing beneath the whiplash of his tongue as the world dissolved around her. "Now." He moved before the last violent pulses stilled. He came over her body, catching his weight on his elbows, staring down at her with savage intensity as the bulbous head of his c#ck nudged against the sensitive opening of her pussy. "Now," he whispered again. "I make you my woman, Elizabeth. Now.

Don't wake up, he whispered as he felt her shudder against him once more. Dream with me, Belle. Sweet Belle, just dream with me. -from Travis/Black Jack

Get a Job, she shouted silently to God. Get a real Job.