Quotes About Surrender

I give my vote for Mr. Johnson to fill that great and arduous post. And I hereby declare that I make a total surrender of all my rights and privileges in the English language, as a freeborn British subject, to the said Mr. Johnson, during the term of his dictatorship. Nay more; I will not only obey him, like an old Roman, as my dictator, but, like a modern Roman, I will implicitly believe in him as my pope, and hold him to be infallible while in the chair; but no longer.

You said you're lonely You said you're blue You lost your lover Let me console you If you surrender You'll feel no pain Cause I'm the master Of this game

Put your dreams on the altar. They will be resurrected into something even grander.

Release what no longer serves you.

The pain, the sense of loss, of fear—it would hit out of nowhere. She'd learned this. She'd also learned to accept it, and to bow under it, give in to it, because the harder she tried to shove it away, the harder it hit next time around, and it would be all the more debilitating

Then came her voice in his ear: "I give myself to thee. I give myself to thee. I give myself to thee." And at last she sank onto him, and he wrapped his arms about her and savoured the delicious peace. The stray, funny thought came: we're married , and he laughed out loud.

The release comes when first you realize you are indeed hopelessly inadequate, and then you realize for this you have God! You can't; He can! You are inadequate; He isn't. How

I'm already yours. Always have been. All you have to do is step into the ring.

When everyone just shook their heads, he unbuttoned his shirt and, oh good Lord, shrugged out of it, bunching it up to slip beneath her head like a pillow. Don't look at him, she told herself. Don't look— She looked. Sweet Jesus.

Trying to cool his jets, trying to let her stay in charge, he attempted to hold back, but she let out this breathy little whimper like he was the best thing she'd ever tasted.

She had to let go of the things she couldn't control. It hurt too much otherwise.

down to the floor, she accepted that she was

With that same small smile still playing on his mouth, Aidan lifted his hands in a stance of mock surrender and took a step back. Which meant she couldn't very well run him over now. Instead she let her tires chirp as she accelerated out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were on her heels. Because in a way, they were.

If she hadn't been sitting, her knees wouldn't have held her up, because he kissed away her annoyance, her good sense, any ability to think, everything.

God never promised to take away our problems, but He did promise to meet our deepest needs, often through our weakness.

Apocalypse is a frame of mind. [Nicodemus] said then. A belief. A surrender to inevitability. It is a despair for the future. It is the death of hope.

For a second, I wanted very badly to know a spell that would let me melt through the floor in a quivering puddle of please-don't-kill-me.

I eyed the spirit. "You know the name 'Alfred' is a joke, right?" It stared at me. A wind that didn't exist stirred the hem of its cloak. I raised my hands in surrender and said, "All right. I guess you need a first name, too. Alfred Demonreach it is.

The hardest lesson a wizard has to learn is that even with so much power, there are some things you can't control. No matter how much you want to.

Faith in what?" "That things will unfold as they are meant to," Forthill said. "That even in the face of an immediate ugliness, the greater picture will resolve into something all the more beautiful.

Your death doesn't belong to me. We flipped a coin. I lost.

Sometimes, son," Count Calderon said, "you have to acknowledge that your future is in someone else's hands.

We are as the dead, Sha said. Our purpose is to dedicate our lives to the service of our lord. And, when it is necessary, to surrender those lives. When we become what we are, we lose our lives - our names, our family, our homes, and our honour. All that remains is our lord.

My teacher told me something once," I heard myself say in a quiet voice. "That the hardest lesson in life is learning when to do nothing. To learn to let go.