Quotes About Surrender

It's time to embrace what is...and let go of what you wanted to happen

Lord, hang on to me. I know I should be hanging on to you, but I'm not. The truth is, I feel too wounded and broken and angry and rebellious and hurt right now to hang on to you. So if I'm going to get through this at all, it's got to be up to you. See me through this, Lord, hang on, please hang on to me and don't let go.

let the story go, and still clutched F. Scott Fitzgerald's This Side of Paradise in my arms as if to let it go would

It would be all right if I could pray in this way, or in that other way, if I were just able to give You the only thing You want: not my thoughts and feelings and resolutions, but myself. But that is just what I am unable to do, because in the superficiality of the ordinary routine into which my life is cast, I am a stranger to myself. And how can I seek You, being so distant, how can I give myself up to You, when I haven't been able as yet to find myself?

What will happen will happen, whether I wish it or no. So, yes, I accept. It does not mean that I like it or wish it were not otherwise.

I desire to lie in the dust,

Comme disait El-Hallâj : «Que nul ne boive le vin s'il n'est pas un héros ; s'il n'a abandonné le sommeil, et que ses paupières ne se ferment plus. » L'énigme du Soufisme, c'est qu'on désigne la chose par le prix qu'elle vaut ; que la valeur céleste s'exprime en termes de sacrifices terrestres.

Don't push the river, it flows by itself

Once you have surrendered yourself, you make yourself receptive. In receiving from God, you are perfected and completed.

There. You see? You're already a pawn in her hands." She paused. "But you're not the only one. I am too. I can't escape after all. The more I want to, the more impossible it is. It's awful; it's as if my own will were paralyzed

Fujitsubo had learned to mold herself to a man by dissolving her identity in his; the Rokuj? lady, in contrast, possessed a spirit of such lively intensity that she was incapable of surrendering it fully to any man. However tastefully clad in layers of sophistication, that spirit could not stay hidden for long once she had given herself to a man of Genji's rare sensitivity.

Waiting for God is not laziness. Waiting for God is not the abandonment of effort. Waiting for God means, first, activity under command; second, readiness for any new command that may come; third, the ability to do nothing until the command is given.

God is asking for that abandonment of man to Himself which says, "We pour all at Thy feet, and if Thou shouldst crown us, we would rejoice, but only that a crown was ours to cast at the feet of Christ." When men reach that point, greed has gone out of their service.

Maybe it was possible to relinquish control. He could do this, with Bengt he could. Give himself up and fly. He closed his eyes, let himself be pulled in by the touch. Bengt's arms. Bengt's hands on his thighs, arms, chest. Lips and tongue on neck and shoulders, the need for more. 'Don't stop.

The Work is about making personality passive, a servant rather than a master.

To awaken means to realize one's nothingness, that is, to realize one's complete and absolute mechanicalness, and one's complete and absolute helplessness... So long as a man is not horrified at himself, he knows nothing about himself.

I spent the ride wondering why some people were inclined to surrender their lives to prophets and gurus, as if the responsibility for making their own decisions was simply too much for them to bear, and the only way they could go on living was to become pawns in their own games, willing to believe . . . in something, in anything, as long as the weight of personal choice was lifted from their sagging shoulders and placed elsewhere.

And she grasps it because it's her fate.

Life is a mysterious game: the only way to win is to surrender.

Once your body surrenders to movement, your soul remembers its dance.

She had resisted returning there because to return to one's hometown felt like surrender.

if you didn't let some things go, you'd spend your whole life fighting.

She had resisted returning there [to Los Angeles, the city of her birth] because to return to one's home town felt like surrender.

Winning is accepting that there are some races a person cannot win.