Quotes About Surrender

too—I realized that my only hope was to give up the life that had been, in order to make room for the life that is. I call it my "choiceless choice.

how did she, Ellen Chesser, ever come to such a state of need that a person outside herself, some other being, not herself, some person free to go and come and risk accidents far from herself, should hold the very key to her life and breath in his hand?

Whatever you have lost there are more of, just not yours.

Honey, I've learned to ask not why but what? 'Now that I'm in this impossible place, Lord, what do I do next?

God doesn't want us to rescue our children. He's the Rescuer.

We surrendered rather easily to yet another romantic notion: that meaning is to be found only in misery

I want him to take her tomorrow. I want that little girl here now, where I am. I want her to be Ray's love, to bear it. I don't care that TV and the preacher at church say that children are treasures or little miracles or special. They are flesh and blood like the shell around me, a thing waiting to be molded by someone's will, and Ray wants that job. I don't care if he takes it. If he takes everyone and everything, every child from every place. I just want him to leave me.

No, my advocates, my angels with sadist eyes, this is the beginning of my life, or the end. So I lean affirmation across the cafe table, and surrender my fifty years away with an easy smile. But the surety of my love is not dismayed by any eventuality which prudence or pity can conjure up, and in the end all that we can do is to sit at the table over which our hands cross, listening to tunes from the wurlitzer, with love huge and simple between us, and nothing more to be said.

In fact, Toynbee went so far as to suggest privately that surrender to Hitler might be preferable to more hatred and violence. "It would be possible to argue," he told friends, "that the world is in such desperate need of political unification … that it is worth paying the price of falling under the worst tyranny.

Hobbes's citizens realize that they must give up their natural liberty in order to protect them from themselves. They are like the alcoholic who hands the key to his liquor cabinet to a friend and says, "No matter what I say, don't give me back the key." He knows that unless someone stops him, he is a danger to himself and others.

Tu viendras, tu viendras, je t'aime ! Ce sera beau. Tu viendras, n'est-ce pas, et même... Elle - Et mon bureau ?

But so long as we are occupied with any other object than God Himself, there will be neither rest for the heart nor peace for the mind. But when we receive all that enters our lives as from His hand, then, no matter what may be our circumstances or surroundings—whether in a hovel, a prison-dungeon, or a martyr's stake—we shall be enabled to say, "The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places" (Ps. 16:6).

To ask for anything contrary to His will is not prayer, but rank rebellion.

When we fast, how long we fast, the nature of the fast and the spiritual objectives we have before us are all God's choice, to which the obedient disciple gladly responds.

The cross must work in us if the life is to be centered in God. Only so can our spiritual motivation be radically altered and become Christward instead of selfward. "He died for all, that they which live should no longer live unto themselves, but unto him" (2 Cor. 5:15, RV).

Anyone could live this life, he reflected, provided they had the sense to give up the other way of life.

Era el suyo el aire inequívoco del derrotado antes de la batalla; de quien cada día abre los ojos y se despierta vencido.

Cuando te toca, ni aunque te quites; y cuando no te toca, ni aunque te pongas, dicen en México).

Ya no había nada que él pudiera hacer, así que se dejó ir resignado, triste, como quien se desliza a lo largo de un pozo profundo y oscuro. Hasta

You have a saying in Spain: If all is lost, we may as well jump in the river.

En ese último extremo, la única salvación de los vencidos es no esperar salvación alguna.

el truco en el oficio de las armas es aceptar que ya estás muerto. Asumirlo con indiferencia.

This is the truth about things: If you take something that isn't yours, it will never belong to you. You can try to hold on to it, but somehow, it will slip through your fingers. If something wasn't meant to be yours, it won't be. No matter what you do to keep it, you will lose it.

Let go of everything Holding back our dreams.