Quotes About Surrender

Love is a time-honored way to transcend the separate-self sense and leap into the sublime; Treya and I held hands, closed our eyes, and jumped.

Every time I drift away I lose myself in you. And now I see I can be me in every thing I do.

One thing I learned a long time ago is that even if you think you're meant to be with someone, that doesn't necessarily mean you get to be with them.

I deserve it all. Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I know--there's a grave somewhere for me. The world may go on just as its always done, and take everything from me--loved ones, property, everything--but it can't take that. Some day I'll lie down in it and forget it all, and my poor broken heart will be at rest.

I don't blame anybody.  I deserve it all.  Let the cold world do its worst; one thing I know—there's a grave somewhere for me. The world may go on just as it's always done, and take everything from me—loved ones, property, everything; but it can't take that. Some day I'll lie down in it and forget it all, and my poor broken heart will be at rest.

I think that's what finally stopped me. I slid right to the edge. My legs were hanging over. And I could feel it too. I don't know how. There was no wind, no sound, no change of temperature. There was just this terrible emptiness reaching up for me.

Les jeux sont faits. Nous sommes fucked.

Okay, you can be my slave. My flying kick nicks his nose. A warning. Worse if I weren't succumbing to squeal. What a feel. I'm too multiple to feel. A fork ahead. I take both.

Les jeux son fait. Nous sommes fucked.

For as we know, there cannot be an escape.

I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

When it was over, they lay on their backs; there was a window on this, the top floor of the stairwell, and grubby light, and rising-falling chests. The air was heavy. Tons of it, heaping from their lungs. Henry gulped it good and hard, but his mouth showed true heart.

When they come and ask you for one of your children," Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, "you're supposed to say yes.

Credo di essere più bravo ad abbandonarle le cose che a rubarle.

him. "Don't think. Just swallow." As soon as Mama handed

Once we have surrendered our senses and nervous systems to the private manipulation of those who would try to benefit from taking a lease on our eyes and ears and nerves, we don't really have any rights left.

Even when they hadn't known what was best for them, God had known. He had seen them through the pain and brought them to this joy, and she was forever grateful.

Don't worry about tomorrow. Just do what God puts in front of you right now and leave the rest to Him.

It reminds me that we are born innocent but ignorant, and that to remedy the second of these conditions we inevitably surrender the first.

The Stream, he said, was the ubiquitous power of God that flowed through every being, sentient and nonsentient. To become a Leaf was to ride the current without struggling, to sense the inclination of a benevolent reality and surrender to it, moment by moment.

God has a plan. He always does, but sometimes people forget and try to make their own, imperfect plans. People can only see a little way down the road. But He can see the whole trip.

God is faithful. He will stick with you even when you won't. He will forgive you even when you can't. His mercies are brand new every morning. This morning, He wants to give this day to you, and all the rest of your days, too. All you have to do . . . is say yes.

What saddened and incensed her was the abdication of power, so craven, the surrender so close to home. And power was what she was in for. Nicola had lived deliciously, but she was promiscuous on principle, as a sign of emancipation, of spiritual freedom, freedom from men. She was, she believed, without appetite, and prided herself on her passionless brilliance in bed. But then the subtle rearrangement, and the abject whisper... and it poisoned everything, somehow.