Quotes About Surrender

The first duty of every soul is to find not its freedom but its Master.

I learned that if I always performed a rescue, the woman never learned to lean on God…..I now realize that I shouldn't work harder at a person's recovery than she is willing to work.

Instead of getting personally involved in our problem, we can just as easily let go and let the majesty of the universe do its glorious thing.

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose.

But you know as well as I do that it is not we who decide how and when to abandon chess but chess that rules us.

Where do the strong go to be weak?

Perhaps a moment comes when must is to tired to fight and want breaks free to cry I am just once before the sun goes down.

I no longer ask, "What do I want to let go of, and what do I want to hang on to?" Instead I ask, "What do I want to let go of, and what do I want to give myself to?" The desire to "hang on" comes from a sense of scarcity and fear. The desire to "give myself" comes from a sense of abundance and generosity. That's the kind of truth I want to wither into.

We're running with the shadows of the night So baby take my hand, you'll be all right Surrender all your dreams to me tonight They'll come true in the end

Sometimes, you gotta believe something crazy. Because all the other things you could believe hurt too much.

But if there's an erosion at home, you know, Thomas Jefferson warned about a tyranny of an oligarchy and if we surrender our democracy to the tyranny of an oligarchy, we've made a terrible mistake.

The panther that has stalked you since you were a child is old now. No longer wild, and tired of guarding the treasure you yourself left behind - blind and deaf, she will give it all to you if you just let her go.

My will broke at the sound of his voice, and my head turned with as much inevitability as a sunflower turning its face to the sun.

He smiled, a wide, joyful expression—and oddly the fangs didn't rob the smile of its charm. "I am at peace, Mercy," he told me. He closed his eyes and quit moving his body. "Just like you told me. I will never be okay again." He didn't sound unhappy about it.

When I am with you, my control is shot. I think that's what you've been feeling.

I have to keep reminding myself: If you give your life to God, he doesn't promise you happiness and that everything will go well. But he does promise you peace. You can have peace and joy, even in bad circumstances.

I am master of my fate," proclaims the proud man. Yet he does not see that he cannot number his days, neither can he make one hair black or white. His wrinkles come in, his teeth go out, and time will bend him ever downward. His brokenness grows as he fashions his Ebenezer-like chains, a link at a time. He does not see or perceive that Jesus would melt all those links away, if he would only believe.

For the addict, however, there is no choice. No choice. The addiction is in charge.

Strange how reluctant I was to acknowledge that control of my fate lay beyond my own conscious will. Habit of a lifetime, I suppose.

There is a God we want, and there is a God who is. They are not the same God. The turning point of our lives is when we stop seeking the God we want and start seeking the God who is.

If the world wants you, it's gonna keep on coming till it gets you. And who am I that can fix it? Who am I that can change this if the world wants it so badly? Who am I to stop the end of the world if it keeps on coming?

There came a point when Harry stopped trying to fight back, when the blows from the monster were too strong, too many, too fast, when he began begging the monster to stop.

Not one of them lifting a hand to save theirselves from what's coming, hoping if they're meek enough, if they're weak enough, then the monster won't eat 'em.

I don't understand people who get power and then just give it up. Just say, 'Oh, what the fuck, I just don't want it anymore. I'm retiring.