Quotes About Release

ONCE, I KNEW A FINE SONG, —IT IS TRUE, BELIEVE ME,— IT WAS ALL OF BIRDS, AND I HELD THEM IN A BASKET; WHEN I OPENED THE WICKET, HEAVENS! THEY ALL FLEW AWAY. I CRIED, 'COME BACK, LITTLE THOUGHTS!' BUT THEY ONLY LAUGHED. THEY FLEW ON UNTIL THEY WERE AS SAND THROWN BETWEEN ME AND THE SKY.

It's hard to let go. Even when what you're holding onto is full of thorns, it's hard to let go. Maybe especially then.

If you can't let go of the past, the mistakes you've made will eat you alive.

It's best to be ruthless with the past.

Crying was like pissing everything out on the ground.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.

But it's hard for a man to give up all his pleasures, even when they don't pleasure him no more.

Some tears have to be cried no matter what the hour- until they are, they simply rave and burn inside.

Any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded. The desert had baked them out.

Relief loosens tongues beyond measure.

The two most beautiful words in any language are  : I forgive.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

Free at last, he thought. Great God Almighty, I'm free at last. Then: I believe this is redemption. And it's good, isn't it? Quite good, indeed.

She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.

But she stayed where she was a moment longer, like an animal which has been kept in a cage so long it cannot believe in freedom even when it is offered.

Pack up all my care and woe, blackbird, bye-bye

What you write down sometimes leaves you forever, like old photographs left in the bright sun, fading to nothing but white. I pray for that sort of release.

When you empty out the vessel, you also empty out all the crap floating around in there. The additives. The impurities. It sure feels good. It's a whole body, whole-minded enema.

Break the lockup of thoughts and live free.

If you let go and let God than you will never have to worry about God letting Go

You just go a little crazy, you know. Sometimes. And why? Well only because your soul is just too big for you, it flies away somehow.

We could do ourselves a tremendous favor by letting go of the people who poison our spirit.

No matter how much you revisit the past, there's nothing new to see.

Once you realize your past is just a story, it no longer has any power over you.