Quotes About Surrender

Never bring a knife to a gun fight, I tell Mr. Crispy as I turn away from him. His right arm thinks about it for a moment, then falls off.

If an ancient horror invites you into its limousine at gunpoint—

From here on, I will submit to great art. It will do with me as it sees fit. I will go where it tells me. I will let it in, let it tear me limb from limb, eradicate me, rebuild me in its own image. I will dwell in it as does a subject in a heavenly kingdom. I will never again attempt to own anything: no film, no person, no idea.

Afraid of death? So very much afraid of death that you long to die?

I struggle with my life because instead of just doing what needs to be done, I fight the underlying fear; I try to unlock the door. Paradoxically, the only way to unlock the door is to forget the door. Instead of obsessing about the locked door, we need to be going about our lives, which means cleaning up the house, taking care of the baby, going to work, whatever.

Help me," he whispered. "Save me," he begged.

I would drop my life down at your feet and allow you to dance upon it

most of us learn to trust, not because we're noble, brave, or godly, and certainly not because we have it together, but when we don't have any other choice.

SILVANA, I SAID: "You're in a pickle." "Yeah, I know, but I've gotten used to living in brine.

Prayer, at its most basic level, was surrender. Like Jesus in the garden, saying, "Not My will, but Yours, be done.

To many, God is not someone you know but something you try to get off your back.

You cannot plan for love. You cannot choose against it once it has come.

God offers us hope when we surrender. When we give it over to him. He can take the sin, the struggles, all the pain we have and bring healing to our hearts. To your heart.

God, I wrote, I don't know if you care about my heart or my life, but if you do, I desperately need you. Or maybe you're already doing something and I'm oblivious. I don't know how this works. I'm at the end. Break through. I don't want to hurt my kids. I don't want to hurt my husband. I don't want to hurt the church. And I don't want to hurt you. Please help me.

The believer's job was to come to God with a surrendered heart. To come empty-handed every morning not to get what you wanted but to receive all of who He was and what He wanted for you.

Lord, You know that Tony is not the man I want him to be. He's not the man You want him to be. So I'm putting him right at the top here.

Pray and wait. That's what she had done in the past few weeks. And in the waiting came the strengthening of the muscles of faith. It was a whole-faith workout to wait and allow God to do what He wanted to do. As Clara said, it was time to just get out of His way.

Yeah, right, I thought. God hadn't asked me if I wanted to go deeper, and thank you very much, I liked the shallows. It's easier to play when there's no current. In the middle you lose your footing; you lose control. You lose.

I am reconciled to my death, but I detest the mode.

The Iraqi forces are conducting the Mother of all Retreats.

Yet we know that in war fortune sometimes makes the odds more level than could be expected from the difference in numbers of the two sides. And if we surrender, then all our hope is lost at once, whereas, so long as we remain in action, there is still a hope that we may yet stand upright.

Salaethus himself began to despair of the arrival of the ships, and therefore he put into the hands of the common people (who had hitherto been light-armed) shields and spears, intending to lead them out against the Athenians. But, having once received arms, they would no longer obey their leaders; they gathered into knots and insisted that the nobles should bring out the corn and let all share alike; if not, they would themselves negotiate with the Athenians and surrender the city.

The strong do what they have to do and the weak accept what they have to accept.

Then you pray the prayer that is the essence of every ritual: God, I have no hope. I am torn to shreds. You are my first and my last and only refuge. Don't do daily prayers like a bird pecking, moving its head up and down. Prayer is an egg. Hatch out the total helplessness inside. —RUMI