Quotes About Surrender

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

That which submits rules.

I'm the well-trained fruit tree, he thought. Full of well-trained feelings and abilities and all of them grafted onto me—all bearing for someone else to pick.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time.

The flesh surrenders itself, he thought. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not . . . yet, I occurred.

One must cast off old agonies as a snake casts off its skin – only to grow a new set and accept all of their limitations.

The flesh surrenders itself, he thought. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not . . . yet, I occurred.

I remember no moment when I awakened and said: I love him! No, it had wormed its way into this deeper and deeper addiction until, accomplished fact, it must be accepted in every living moment. Like breathing…or heartbeats.

Carnea cedeaz?, gândi el. Eternitatea îÈ™i ia înapoi ceea ce-i aparÈ›ine. Trupurile noastre au agitat, o vreme, apele. O vreme, am fost intoxicaÈ›i de dragoste de via??, de dragoste de sine, o vreme am nutrit câteva idei stranii, înainte de a ne supune instrumentelor Timpului.

La carne se rinde. La eternidad recupera lo que es suyo. Nuestro cuerpos agitan brevemente estas aguas, danzan con cierta intoxicación ante el amor a la vida y a sí mismos, tratar con extrañas ideas para después someterse a los instrumentos del tiempo

There are problems in this universe for which there are no answers," Paul said. "Nothing. Nothing can be done.

Beden teslim olur, diye düÅŸündü. Sonsuzluk kendine ait olan? geri al?r. Bu sular? k?sa süreliÄŸine dalgaland?rm?? bedenlerimiz, hayata ve kendilerine kar?? besledikleri sevgiyle sarhoÅŸ olup dans ettikten ve birtak?m tuhaf fikirler düÅŸündükten sonra Zaman'?n araçlar?na teslim olur. Buna ne diyebiliriz ki? Ben belirdim. Yokum... ama yine de belirdim.

Do not compete with what is happening. To compete is to prepare for failure. Do not be trapped by the need to achieve anything. This way, you achieve everything

Did he really want this warm room of his, so comfortably fitted with old family furniture, to be transformed into a cave, in which, no doubt, he would be free to crawl about unimpeded in all directions, but only at the price of rapidly and completely forgetting his human past at the same time?

Give them nothing, but take from them everything.

Glory?! Have you gone MAD? There's no glory to be had now! Only retreat -- or surrender -- or death! That's an easy chose for us, arcadian! SPARTANS NEVER RETREAT! SPARTANS NEVER SURRENDER!

It belonged to the changeless order of things---the man desiring the woman only for what she withholds; the woman worshipping the man for that which she yields up to him. With each concession gained the man?s desire cools; with every surrender made the woman?s adoration increases...

because none of you know what you want follow me because I'm not going anywhere I'll just bleed so the stars can have something dark to shine in look at my legs I am the Nijinsky of dreams

The moment He set me free is the moment He captured me.

I've just gotta save myself and then I'm Yours.

Yours (now I'm even losing my name - it was getting shorter and shorter all the time and is now: Yours)

I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.

Please — consider me a dream.

it was like this. the brain could no longer bear the worries and pains that were imposed on it. it said: i'm giving up; but if there is anyone else here who is interested in preserving the whole, let him assume part of my burden and it will be alright for a bit.