Quotes About Surrender

A sword may be surrendered with more grace and dignity than a point of view.

I had to let myself be carried along by the current, without a notion of where it would lead me.

Magic is a way of living. If one has done one's best to steer the chariot, and one then notices that a greater other is actually steering it, then magical operation takes place. One cannot say what the effect of magic will be, since no one can know it in advance because the magical is the lawless, which occurs without rules and by chance, so to speak. But the condition is that one totally accepts it and does not reject it, in order to transfer everything to the growth of the tree.

With a painful slice, I cut off what I pretended to know about what lies beyond me. I excise myself from the cunning interpretative loops that I gave to what lies beyond me. And my knife cuts even deeper and separates me from the meaning that I conferred upon myself. I cut down to the marrow, until everything meaningful falls from me, until I am no longer as I might seem to myself, until I know only that I am without knowing what I am.

In the act of sacrifice the consciousness gives up its power and possessions in the interests of the unconscious.

I stepped into the shadows of the earth, and saw that I am naked and have nothing to cover my poverty. No sooner do you touch the earth than your inner life is over; it flees from you into things.

this feeling of losing control

There are certain things a man cannot control.

Do not God's visitations unnerve us? But why? Because He never comes to us without asking us to do something. We never know what He will ask of us, but we know that we will be overwhelmed by our feelings of inadequacy

But we are wealthy, and our purses are so heavy that we cannot carry both our goods and his cross. So we cling to our wallets and leave the cross bearing to those who have less to surrender.

Nada tiene arreglo: evidencia que hay que llevar con asco y resignación.

We don't use knives and forks," Pranay replied, leaning forward, "because we are not at war with our food. We don't need weapons. We have learned it is better to surrender to the flavors, to caress and embrace them. You see, eating for Indians is a passionate affair. Picking up the food with our fingers evokes a closeness, a feeling of warmth, a connection. It would all be lost if we started stabbing and cutting.

We were just so glad to finally have the war over, nobody seemed to care who had won. We didn't understand that peace at any price is a fool's bargain. We welcomed apathy with open arms, invited it over for dinner, offered it keys to the spare bedroom, then silently slept while it sneaked up behind and cut our throats.

Son conscientes las piezas del ajedrez de que todas sus acciones, todos sus triunfos y sus derrotas, nunca les han pertenecido?

For better to come, good must stand aside.

Let things happen.

I never think that I am the one who must see to it that cherries grow on stalks

Whatever influence Bullaro's normally cautious character might have exerted over the passions of his penis were now nonexistent, and he unhesitatingly followed her and quickly undressed.

I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It's okay if you have to leave us. It's okay if you want to stop fighting.

I'm not choosing, but I'm running out of fight.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open.

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist for three years now; it's frozen shut.

You forget, time doesn't exist anymore. You gave it to me.