Quotes About Surrender

Surrender is a state of mind and being that opens the mind and heart to divine revelation.

being seduced is a pleasure in itself. One yields for the sake of yielding.

God has His own training methods, and it is usually true that His way up first leads down, for the mountain is only as high as the valley is deep.

Love swamped her. It always seemed to come in huge, unexpected waves that left her flailing helplessly.

I figure it doesn't work that way. It finds you, and it grabs you by the throat and you can't do a damn thing about it.

it came to me with great force that I was wasting my life, that I was wasting it by living from day to day in a state of waiting, that I had in effect given myself up as a prisoner to this war.

Imagine: to be prepared to yield, to yield, to have nothing more to yield, to be broken, yet to be pressed to yield more!

Let me tell you then: reading is being the arm and being the axe and being the skull; reading is giving yourself up, not holding yourself at a distance and jeering.

that I had in effect given myself up as a prisoner to this war.

Non è stupro, non proprio, ma un atto indesiderato, profondamente indesiderato. Come se Melanie avesse deciso di lasciarsi andare, di morire dentro di sé per la durata del coito, come un coniglio quando le mascelle della volpe si chiudono sul suo collo. In modo che tutto ciò che le viene fatto avvenga, in un certo senso, lontano da lei.

For that is surely what a woman wants: to be courted, wooed, persuaded, won! Even when she surrenders, she wants to give herself up not frankly but in a delicious haze of confusion, resisting yet unresisting. Falling, but never an irrevocable falling. No: to fall and then come back from the fall new, remade, virginal, ready to be wooed again and to fall again. A playing with death, a play of resurrection.

I believe there's a hand that guides us. It just isn't always a gentle one. Or one that seems fair at the time. But I dunno, I try to trust in it now. When I freak, I just try to... shit, I guess trust in it. Because at the end of the day, what else can you do? Choice only gets you so far. Reasoning and planning too. The rest... it's up to someone else. Where we end up, who we know, what happens to the people we love... we don't have a lot of control over any of it.

Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

Closing his eyes, he sent up a prayer to anyone who was listening, asking please, for God's sake, stop sending him signals that they were right for each other. He'd read that book, seen the movie, bought the soundtrack, the DVD, the T-shirt, the mug, the bobble-head, and the insider's guide. He knew every reason they could have been lock and key. But just as he was aware of all that aligned them, he was even clearer on how they were damned to be ever apart.

I want you to know...that you can trust me. John locked eyes with her and was instantly transported to a different plane of existence. Mighta been heaven again. Who the fuck knew or cared. All he knew was that there was only her and him together, the rest of the world drifting away into fog. Was it possible to fall in love with someone twice, he wondered dimly.

On the chessboard of his godforsaken existence, the pieces were lined up, the play preordained. Man, so many times in life you didn't get to pick your path because the way you went was decided for you. Free will was such bullshit. -Vishous's thoughts

The rejection didn't faze him. Fine. If I can't have you, then you do the taking. Have all of me, part of me, a small piece, whatever you want. Just please, have something.

Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself. Zsadist: Well... I'm kind of ready to get off the ride. Phury felt his skin get tight all over.

Look upon me, Mistress. Watch as I wither!

There is no fight – I'm yours. If you want, here and now. Or later. A week, a month, years from now.

There were times in life when, as much as you wanted to fight for something, you just had to let it go.

Fine. It was Goddamn Cat, then.

Death was one sure way to find peace, Rhage thought. And everyone died. Even vampires. Eventually.

Letting go meant you accepted what couldn't be changed. You didn't try to hold on to hope in order to coerce a change in fortune...nor did you battle against superior forces of fate and try to make them capitulate to your will...nor did you beg for salvation because you assumed you knew better. Letting go meant you stared at what was before you with clear eyes, recognizing that unfettered choice was the exception and destiny the rule.