Quotes About Surrender

I'll do whatever you want, whatever you need. Anything. Just take me back.

Take me. Take all of me. The good and the bad. Everything. Take it all.

If you leave, we lose and our pasts win.

Gideon: It's time to discuss what it's going to take to get you beneath me. Eva: A miracle.

You own me, Eva. Wherever I am, whatever I'm doing, I belong to you.

Era un milagro haberlo encontrado, que pudiera hacerme sentir así, que pudiese amar a un hombre de una forma tan profunda, completa y sexual con todo el bagaje que arrastraba. Y que pudiese ofrecerle a cambio el mismo refugio.

Some things work out when you just let them be what they are.

I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one's ashes, the gray scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how free—— The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet. --from Tulips, written 18 March 1961

I can't take things as they come, or make them come as I choose.

The Hanging Man By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid: A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket. A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree. If he were I, he would do what I did.

Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.

Piece by piece, I fed my wardrobe to the night wind, and flutteringly, like a loved one's ashes, the grey scraps were ferried off, to settle here, there, exactly where I would never know, in the dark heart of New York.

I let the lights and the faces come at me. I let the nerves tap out signals to my brain center. I let go. The pink, green, and yellow neons flashed on and off with a definite rhythm, each with its own particular tempo. Together they screamed out a syncopated color rhapsody. The faces; the cafés; the speed of light, steel cars. Swift; quick. Red; green. Flash; off. Stop; go.

I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

Pero ¿qué es el noveno reino?», le pregunta a una mujer de ojos azules y piel arrugada. «Es el reino de la negación, de la voluntad congelada -responde-. No hay retorno posible.»

This is not what I meant: Stucco arches, the banked rocks sunning in rows, Bald eyes or petrified eggs, Grownups coffined in stockings and jackets, Lard-pale, sipping the thin Air like a medicine.

The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract ...

Christianity is 'A condition of complete simplify (Costing not less than everything.)' Four Quartets

Quick now, here, now, always-- A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything)

Let It Go!!

What have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment's surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed.