Quotes About Surrender

And in the depth of her eyes were all these years—seasons they'd known, paths they'd trod. Slowly he entered her again. Everything reflected in her gaze: shyness, yearning, ripples of pleasure. The pleasure turned fierce, then ferocious. He labored to draw breath. In the wash of her climax, she closed her eyes. He closed his own eyes and yielded to the moment.

The buttons on her back gave way as if before a Mongol horde.

At her incendiary words, he drove deeper—far deeper—into her, unable to help himself. "So," she said, her fingers on his cheek, "now I've made you mine." He took her fingers in hand and kissed them one by one. "You made me yours long ago, but now you finally claimed me.

You're putting it in God's hands. Last time I checked, He was even better than you at making sure things turn out the way they're supposed to.

It is also the recognition that the real event taking place at the end of our life is our death, not the attempts to prevent it.

Already there was a contest, always kept under the surface, between the father and son. It concerned ways of doing things, decisions to be made. As yet, the son always surrendered. It is like that in a family, little isolated groups formed within the larger group, jealousies, concealed hatreds, silent battles secretly going on…

Oh, sweet Jesus, English, I'm in love with you! Isn't that reason enough to marry me and put me out of my misery? - Rafael pg 451

I want you.Every instinct i possess urges me to mount my horse and ride from here as if all the demons in hell were after me,but i cannot.I find myself deliberately walking into the web of your spinning." -Brett Dangermond

His mouth left her lips, traveling with a trail of fire down her neck to her breast, and breathlessly Nicole whispered, "Don't, please, Christopher, don't do this to me." He stopped and stared up at her, beguiled and enchanted by the beautiful features so near him. "Stop?" he muttered thickly. "I cannot. You say you do not want me. But you lie, Nicole, you have always lied. If you did not want me, this would not happen." - Nicole & Christopher

Love is the process of melting into the other

To die is more important than trying to be alive. When we try to be alive, we have trouble. Rather than trying to be alive or active, if we can be calm and die or fade away into emptiness, then naturally we will be all right.

The true purpose is to see things as they are, to observe things as they are, and to let everything go as it goes.

Because your attainment is always ahead, you will always be sacrificing yourself now for some ideal in the future.

Although Buddhism is unattainable, we vow to attain it.If it is unattainable, how can we attain it? But we should! That is Buddhism.

We must make some effort, but we must forget ourselves in the effort we make... So it is necessary for us to encourage ourselves and to make an effort up to the last moment, when all effort disappears.

Love is bigger than us. So we confuse ourselves over it.And of course, its vastness overwhelms. But then that is the only lesson in life.How to love. How to love well, with a detached eye but a concerned hand.How to understand and surrender to its countless contradictions. Most importantly, though, how to never stop loving.

how lovers alter in the glance of each other, that space where their moods are accepted and their surrender is never taken advantage of.

Love is bigger than us. So we confuse over it. And of course its vastness overwhelms. But then that is the only lesson in life. How to love. how to love well, with detached eye but a concerned hand. How to understand and surrender to its countless contradictions. Most importantly though, how to never stop loving.

Awareness of our helplessness and dependence makes us stand in awe before God.

All that had happened and would happen was meant to be. Everything happens as it is meant to be.

Help me, Gunnulf," begged Kristin. She was white to the very edge of her lips. "I don't know my own will." "Then say: Thy will be done," replied the priest softly.

Christ, you who were crucified! Now I have given up everything that could bind me. And I have placed myself in your hands, if you would find my life worthy enough to be freed from its servitude to Satan. Take me so that I may feel that I am your slave, for then I will possess you in return.

When you are tired of life, come to Haven. And someone will kill you.

Perhaps he had been waiting all along for someone to knock him down and allow him to drop the weight he'd so faithfully carried.