Quotes About Surrender

The centre of the world is no longer where she is but where her beloved is; all roads leave from and lead to his house. She uses his words and repeats his gestures, adopts his maniacs and tics. 'I am Heathcliff,' says Catherine in Wuthering Heights; this is the cry of all women in love; she is another incarnation of the beloved, his reflection, his double: she is he. She lets her own world flounder in contingence. She lives in his universe.

We cannot take a single step towards heaven. It is not In our power to travel in a vertical direction. If however we look heavenward for a long time, God comes and takes us up. He raises us easily.

Grace fills empty spaces, but it can only enter where there is a void to receive it, and it is grace itself which makes this void.

Love consents to everything and commands only those who consent to it. Love is abdication. God is abdication.

May I disappear in order that those things that I see may become perfect in their beauty from the very fact that they are no longer things that I see.

To love God all-powerless.

Renoncer à tout ce qui n'est pas la grâce et ne pas désirer la grâce.

What we love is perfect joy itself. When we know this, even hope becomes useless; it no longer makes sense. The only thing that remains to hope for is the grace not to disobey here below. The rest is God's affair alone and not our concern.

It is better to accept the limit, to contemplate it and savour all its bitterness.

May I disappear in order that those things that I see may become perfect in their beauty from the very fact that they are no longer things I see.

I hope this surrender, even if I am mistaken, will finally lead me to safe harbor. What I call safe harbor, as you know, is the Cross.

we have to fix our will on the void—to will the void. For the good which we can neither picture nor define is a void for us. But this void is fuller than all fullnesses. If we get as far as this we shall come through all right, for God fills the void. It has nothing to do with an intellectual process in the present-day sense. The intelligence has nothing to discover, it has only to clear the ground. It is only good for servile tasks.

Obedience is the only pure motive, the only one which does not in the slightest degree seek a reward for the action, but leaves all care of reward to the Father who is in secret and who sees in secret.

EFFACEMENT Dieu m'a donné l'être pour que je le lui rende. C'est comme une de ces épreuves qui ressemblent à des pièges et qu'on voit dans les contes et les histoires d'initiation. Si j'accepte ce don, il est mauvais et fatal ; sa vertu apparaît par le refus. Dieu me permet d'exister en dehors de lui. A moi de refuser cette autorisation. L'humilité, c'est le refus d'exister en dehors de Dieu. Reine des vertus.

God denied himself for our sakes in order to give us the possibility of denying ourselves for him. This response, this echo, which it is in our power to refuse, is the only possible justification for the folly of love of the creative act.

Dear Lord, do for us what we cannot do for ourselves.

As a Buddhist, I view death as a normal process, a reality that I accept will occur as long as I remain in this earthly existence. Knowing that I cannot escape it, I see no point in worrying about it. I tend to think of death as being like changing your clothes when they are old and worn out, rather than as some final end. Yet death is unpredictable: We do not know when or how it will take place. So it is only sensible to take certain precautions before it actually happens.

Knowing that I cannot escape it, I see no point in worrying about

was physically and emotionally painful and exhausting, but I was grateful for the chance to so thoroughly learn to let go of my earthly attachments and trust all would be well.

following your spirit is not about staying in control and avoiding pain in life. It's about surrendering control and meeting life head-on.

Relationships are a battle. They are a chess game. And what did I do? I just threw all my chess pieces down on the board at once, and said, Here! Have them all!

There let her pray to the one god she worships: Death--who knows?--may just reprieve her from death. Or she may learn a last, better late than never, what a waste of breath it is to worship Death.

Oh my love take me there. Let me dwell where you are. I am already nothing, I am already burning. Oh my love, I was once part of you—take me too!

What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence.