Quotes About Surrender

wonder if this is what dying is like, Annabelle. At first, you are so tightly connected to the world you cannot imagine letting go. In time, you surrender to a drifting phase. What comes next, I cannot say. Some would say that you meet the Lord.

Quando finalmente voltou a olhar para cima, vi a débil expressão de alguém que se sentia derrotada por todos, e que concordaria com qualquer coisa, independentemente de seus verdadeiros sentimentos.

To flee forever is beyond the capacity of most: at some point even a hunted animal will stop, exhausted, and awaits its fate, if only for a while.

Fighting against one's Fate can weaken the blood. Sometimes, or perhaps most times, it can be fatal.

Without voluntary and loving surrender to God, we will not know peace, and the most sustainable peace prescription is God's own pronouncement that He is the proprietor of all lands (Gita 5.29).

The philosophy of the Bhagavad-gita holds that we don't actually own anything – that our nation, cars, homes, and our families ultimately belong to God. Even our own senses don't belong to us, according to the Gita.

Being dead's a drug', he says, 'you'll get hooked on it.

The Pilgrim's Credo I am not in control. I am not in a hurry. I walk in faith and hope. I greet everyone with peace. I bring back only what God gives me.

This spiritual journey also involves leaving something behind. It involves letting go, trusting that what we love will somehow be okay without our being there. Pilgrimage from the very beginning, and of its very nature, involves surrender—surrender to a power beyond ourselves, a power we trust in, a power we are both leaving behind to care for those we love and that at the same time is drawing us away from them to another place that will help us better relate and love.

THE SECOND TEACHING OF ST. FRANCIS IS that we find God when we become poor enough for God to find us.

A red backless slipper slowly slid off her foot...and Franz, bending down after it, plunged softly into dark slumber.

The West wants unconditional love; failing that, unconditional surrender.

Oh my God! I'm crushing an angel. Let me up!

The fact is, we will all be broken—sooner or later. We can choose to be broken or we can wait for God to crush our pride. If we resist the means God provides to lead us to brokenness, we do not avoid brokenness—we simply make it necessary for God to intensify and prolong the process.

False humility and morbid introspection are, in fact, the opposite of brokenness, as they reveal a preoccupation with self, rather than Christ.

Go straight to God, and dump it right at His feet. You go down with it if you have to. Then leave it there and go on and do what you know is right now . That other is done. It doesn't make you who you are. It just teaches you who to be.

He demanded, grimly, "Enough?" I opened my mouth to say yes, to say please. "No," I whispered, horribly afraid now. I could feel the faint quicksilver trace of the shadows still inside me. If we stopped now, they would curl up deep, hiding in my veins and my belly. They would take root and grow and grow and grow, until they strangled all the rest of me.

I submerged into it like a ritual bath and let it close over my head gladly. I wanted to stop my ears and my eyes and my mouth with it.

Only very late do we learn the price of the risk of believing, because only very late do we face up to the idea of death. This is what is difficult. Believing truly means dying. Dying to everything: to our reasoning, to our plans, to our past, to our childhood dreams, to our attachment to earth, and sometimes even to the sunlight, as at the moment of our physical death.

Me complace mencionar también la figura de Alessandro Manzoni - recordada en la Carta pastoral Ripartiamo da Dio!-, en cuya boca pongo, como síntesis de su espiritualidad, estas palabras: «He comprendido que con Dios no se debe perder, sino capitular», es decir, abandonarse a su misterio de amor.

He explained that the leaf had fallen over and over from that same tree so I would stop trying to understand.

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.

but in good time you'll see that what matters isn't what one gives but what one gives up.

Quelle erano le parole che voleva sentirsi dire, e alla fine cedette alla tentazione di crederci.