Quotes About Surrender

It's ok if you want to stop fighting.

Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing.

Something given, something taken away. Does it always have to work like that?

No hay nada que perder. O tal vez ya lo he perdido, y encontrado, y cualquier otra cosa que puede que pierda, no tiene nada que ver con lo que está en este momento.

Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.

My chips are all cashed out. There's nothing to lose. Or maybe I've already lost it and found it, and whatever else there might be to lose...

Some things you can't control, no matter how hard you try.

I don't know exactly what's happened to me, and for the first time today, I don't really care. I shouldn't have to care. I shouldn't have to work this hard. I realize now that dying is easy. Living is hard.

I have to make good on my promise. To let her go. To really let her go. To let us both go.

I just think that funerals are a lot like death itself. You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control.

Eu deixo-te ir. Se ficares.

He backs out of the bathroom, arms up in surrender. By the time I hear the tires squeal out of the driveway, my rage has passed. But unlike the last time he messed with me, I am not at all triumphant or Buffy-like. I already warned him once, but he just paid me ten more bucks and came back for more.

You thought too hard. Same with travel. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

Travelling's not something you're good at. It's something you do. Like breathing. You can't work too much at it, or it feels like work. You have to surrender yourself to the chaos. To the accidents.

The Cloud of Unknowing is an anonymous work of Christian mysticism written in the latter half of the 14th century. The text is a spiritual guide to contemplative prayer. "Be willing to be blind, and give up all longing to know the why and how, for knowing will be more of a hindrance than a help." This 1912 edition was edited by Evelyn Underhill, and contains her introduction.

Their mother had always stressed the importance of taking care of yourself first, your family second and everyone else not at all.. darkest surrender

He had no one but himself to blame, for he'd opened himself up to it. Just a fraction at first, like a crack in a window. But the funny thing was, once you welcomed in a breeze, there was no stopping what came next. A wind, a storm, thunder and lightning, until you could no longer reach the window to close it—and didn't really want to anyway. That's what this new darkness was. Evil in its purest form... -Paris

I didn't ask you to give up anything for me," she told him, "but I would have given up everything for you." The war is over, and I have lost. War. Ha! As if she could have fought a dead woman. The battle had been over before it began. "Until the end of forever, Layel." -DELILAH

I told you. You own me. I'm yours. All that I have been. All that I am. All that I will ever be. Your happiness is mine. Your fury is mine. And your needs will be met before mine. I love you, and to me, that means placing you first and giving to you what I will never give to another. Power over me.

He spun away from his friends. Glanced down. The puddles were now undulating fiercely against the jagged rocks lining the ground. They were still beckoning. Deliverance, they whispered. Just for a little while….

Every resistance will be met and conquered until you've soared over the sweet edge of surrender.

I need a bath." Wanted to give her his absolute best, and be her best. He stood to unsteady legs and pulled her to her feet. She pouted, saying, "But why? I like you dirty. Filthy, even." How had he ever resisted her?

Santo cielo, per amore divento un idiota.

Why do I not feel the  need to master you?" she purred into his ear. She bit the lobe. Sweet fire. "That's how it was, before?" She nodded, arching her hips to take more of him. Another inch. He had to cut off a groan. "Perhaps because my heart is so completely yours, there's nothing left to master.