Quotes About Surrender

Love conquers all things; let us too surrender to love.

Omnia vincit amor et nos cedamus amori.

Una salus victis, nullam sperare salutem!

What good are prayers and shrines to a person mad with love?

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

It would be a comfort, she felt, to lean; to sit down; yes, to lie down; never, never, never to get up again.

Thinking was torment; why not give up thinking, and drift and dream?

Ahora me entregaré. Ahora me soltaré. Ahora por fin liberaré el retenido, el violentamente rechazado deseo de ser consumida. Juntos galoparemos por desiertas colinas, en las que la golondrina hunde las puntas de las alas en oscuras lagunas y las columnas erectas se conservan enteras. A la ola que se estrella en la playa, a la ola que lanza su blanca espuma hasta los más lejanos confines de la tierra, arrojo mis violetas, mi ofrenda a Percival

All human beings were laid asleep—prone, horizontal, dumb.

Feel nothing, know nothing, do nothing, have nothing, give up all to God, and say utterly, 'Thy will be done.' We only dream this bondage. Wake up and let it go.

If I am not master of my life, not sultan of my own being, then no man's logic and no man's ecstatic fits may force me to find less silly my impossibly silly position: that of God's slave; no, not his slave even, but just a match which is aimlessly struck and then blown out by some inquisitive child, the terror of his toys.

He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He took off the linen trousers and shirt. He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly coloring the air.

I would fight of course. Oh, I would fight. Better destroy everything than surrender her.

really, what a strange man he is, thought klara, with that aching feeling of loneliness which always overcomes us when someone dear to us surrenders to a daydream in which we have no place.

she surrenders her bulk to the wicker armchair, which, out of sheer fright, bursts into a salvo of crackling.

To her he would surrender the remnants of himself at the first trumpet blast of destiny.

I am ready to give you all of my blood, if I had to — it's hard to explain — sounds flat — but that's how it is.

I may as well confess that I gave Luzhin my French governess, my pocket chess set, my sweet temper, and the stone of the peach I plucked in my own walled garden.

Finally it gave up- as some day life will give up- bothering me.

I want you to concentrate. You are going to die in a moment. The hereafter for all we know may be an eternal state of excruciating insanity. You smoked your last cigarette yesterday. Concentrate. Try to understand what is happening to you

Contentment should be the hallmark of my life, as I put my affairs in the hands of God.

When I reach a place where I have implicit confidence in God's ability to manage not only the affairs of the world but also mine, as I entrust them to Him, I will have found the place of rest.

Contentment should be the hallmark of the man or woman who has put his or her affairs in the hands of God.

But because they belong to Christ and have recognized Him as Lord and Master of their lives, their owner and manager, they are permeated by a deep, quiet, settled peace that is beautiful to behold.