Quotes About Surrender

If you hold on to what you want so tightly, it almost becomes an idol.

When he comes for her, it's only in her dreams where she has no control, no way to shut the door, and nowhere to run. That's when she listens.

Education has to endow you with an eagerness to surrender.

I've learned since childhood that you control only the things that you can control. Everything else, let it take care of itself.

To be able to lean back on my faith and to realize that God's plan is way bigger than mine. You have to trust in that.

Do you know what a Palmist once said to me? She said: will you let go!

In film, you have to let go sometimes.

It's good to let go of control. That's probably something all artists and song writers will say at some point.

I know nothing about letting go.

I stopped trying to plan a long time ago - whatever's meant to happen for me in the future will happen.

That's all I want, to keep losing myself.

'Haaye ve' is about loving and letting go.

If the cost is lowering one's ego and a bit of money, so be it.

I only want to catch you," Michael explained. "I won't hurt you." "No! No!" the star crackled desperately. "That's wrong! I'm supposed to die!" "But I could save you if you'd let me catch you," Michael told it gently. "No!" cried the star. "I'd rather die!

I'm going to bed, where I may die.

Searching too hard for God can get in the way of finding Him. Sometimes you just have to stop looking and let yourself be taken by surprise.

It's a loathsome tale, yet I'm proof of God's love. He seeks us out to be His very own. My life had been so horrible, but it all changed when I surrendered to Him. It's the most important decision you'll ever make, and I pray you will soon understand the power of God's unconditional love.

If you open your hand, you may receive everything.

That's why he was here, to surrender himself to longing, to listen to his host recite the anecdotal texts, all the passed-down stories of bonehead plays and swirling brawls, the pitching duels that carried into twilight, stories that Marvin had been collecting for half a century--the deep eros of memory that separates baseball from other sports.

I'm not saying we shouldn't grieve. Just, why don't we put it in God's hands? she said. Why haven't we learned this, after all the evidence of all the dead? We're supposed to believe in God but then why don't we obey the laws of God's universe, which teach us how small we are and where we're all going to end up?

She watched him surrender his crisp gaze to a softening, a bright-eyed fear that seemed to tunnel out of childhood. It had the starkness of a last prayer. She worked to get at it. His face was drained and slack, coming into flatness, into black and white, cracked lips and flaring brows, age lines that hinge the chin, old bafflements and regrets.

Being here is a kind of spiritual surrender. We see only what the others see. The thousands who were here in the past, those who will come in the future. We've agreed to be part of a collective perception. This literally colors our vision. A religious experience in a way, like all tourism.

Why shouldn't his death bring you into some total scandal of garment-rending grief? Why should you accommodate his death? Or surrender to it in thin-lipped tasteful bereavement? Why give him up if you can walk along the hall and find a way to place him within reach? Sink lower, she thought. Let it bring you down. Go where it takes you.

But there are different kinds of death, David. And I prefer that kind, his kind, to the death I've been fighting all my life.