Quotes About Release

When I returned home that day, I saw my life as if I already knew the happy ending of a story. I looked around the house and thought, soon I will no longer have to see these walls and all the unhappiness they keep inside.

Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go.

But before we go on, I want to explain to you why women weep: IT IS THE QUICKEST WAY TO REJOIN THE OCEAN. You liquify, become fluid, flow back into the ocean where the colors are more beautiful

I don't send you any more pages because they're not finished. I'm searching for a phrase that will release everything that's pent up in me.

Are you sad? Do you want me to leave? - I'm not sad, but I'm blocked. My whole past seems to stop me. I can't let go. I feel as if I can inhale but not exhale. I'm just constrained, unnatural.

I can tell now about the breathing exercises, which at first caused anxiety, sobbing and pain, but which brought release, warmth and sensuality afterwards. There is confusion between femininity and masochism, a real split. The only release I had was sensual, and since it was the only release, I over-emphasized it and became a nymphomaniac.

The relief of opening one's hand and letting go was immense. But soon after, I tightened again. A desire for revenge, a strange revenge.

Life's greatest gift is the freedom it leaves you to step out of it whenever you choose.

My eyes filled with tears and I wept long and hard, unable, and unwilling, to stop.

L'homme se dégagera peu à peu de ce qui le protégeait naguère; de ce qui désormais l'asservit.

He let Julius go. There was beginning to rise in him a feeling of profound disgust--a kind of hatred almost, of himself, of Julius, of everything.

Caution has always ruled your kind. You depend upon the sanctity of locks—thus, what is prisoned by one man may be freed by another.

He thought back but Bianca, her foot heavy on the accelerator, thought away . From Rose, their mother, their entire past, books and papers and stories and sorrows: let it sink into the ocean. She had her wallet and her sleeping bag and her running shoes and her van; and she drove as if this were the point from which the rest of her life might begin.

E finalmente dalla gola sino a quel momento chiusa, serrata, il grido gli niscì, ma più che un grido un alto lamento d'animale ferito al quale, immediate, fecero seguito le lacrime inarrestabili e liberatorie.

On dit souvent que la mort est 'ne libiration. Pour les morts, naturellement, passque en fait pour ceux qui restent, c'est presque toujours un grandissime tracassin.

It is only through death to the world that we can be freed from its spirit.

Perhaps he was burning down a house in which he no longer wanted to live.

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must.

People left a lot of things behind when they went in the water. Their clothes, their stuff, their makeup, their fixed-up hair, their voices, their hearing, their sight—at least as the normally experienced them.

How could you cleanse yourself if you couldn't forget?

I felt like a pianist who'd been forced to play on a few white keys in the middle, finally allowed to run his hands all up and down the keyboard.

Why couldn't it belong to him anymore? Why couldn't he belong to it? Because he gave it up. He held on to himself, and he threw the other things away.

A secret in his mouth, is like a wild bird put into a cage; whose door no sooner opens, but 'tis out.

He pulled the other hand from her eye. The handkerchief dropt: He might see that it was wet and  heavy with her tears. Fain would she have turn'd her blubber'd eye from him. He held both her hands, and burst out into a laugh