Quotes About Release

I believe tears are holy, because they show us that the ice of our heart is melting.

A certain feeling comes from throwing your good life away, and it is one part rapture.

Slide the weight from your shoulders and move forward. You are afraid you might forget, but you never will. You will forgive and remember. Think of the vine that curls from the small square plot that was once my heart. That is the only marker you need. Move on. Walk forward into the light.

The tree was intact, not cut or broken by wind. What a waste. After maybe centuries of survival it had simply let go of the ground, the wide fist of its root mass ripped up and resting naked above a clay gash in the wooded mountainside. Like herself, it just seemed to have come loose from its station in life.

Her breath expanded her chest against my arms, and I thought of the way a tree will keep on growing after a fence is wired around its trunk. The unbelievable force of that expansion. And I let her go.

Stored and stuffed emotions take a great toll on the body, and eventually the old built-up energy will be released in the form of painful physical manifestations.

He had stopped drinking, but the need to be free had been just as great...

It's hard to let go. Even when what you're holding onto is full of thorns

Horror's a worm that needs to be coughed out before it breeds.

Algunos pájaros no están destinados a que los enjaulen, eso es todo. Tienen las plumas demasiado brillantes, su canto es demasiado dulce y libre. Así que, o les dejas irse, o, cuando abres la jaula para darles de comer, se las arreglan para escapar volando. Y la parte de ti que en el fondo creía que era un error tenerlos cautivos se alboroza, pese al hecho de que el lugar en que vives sea mucho más lóbrego y triste tras su partida.

Gravity is the anchor that pulls us down into our graves. There would be no grave for this man, and no more gravity, either. He had been given a special dispensation.

Confession may or may not be good for the soul, but it's undoubtedly soothing to the nerves.

The more you rehearse the wrongs against you and the more you stay in that trap, the more the syringes of bitterness release their toxins into your soul.

The solution is to forgive, to let go of the bait in that trap and pull yourself free.

It is time to let them go. Open the cages, tell them you're sorry, forgive them as Jesus forgave you, and burn that trophy room to the ground.

Now let the gate of sorrow be closed behind me, and let it be sealed with tar and pitch.

El hermoso viaje de hoy sólo puede comenzar cuando aprendemos a dejar ir el ayer. STEVE MARABOLI, INVESTIGADOR

Let us forget the past - this is the only way to be genuinely surprised.

At some point the living must let go of the dead.

I was at a Byron Katie seminar once when I heard her say something I never forgot. She said, "Do you know what I love most about the past? It's over!

In psychoanalysis, you try to retain a discovery; in art, once the thing is made, you let it go.

This isn't just your mind paying more attention—suddenly your entire body is paying attention. When this happens, it's outside our conscious capabilities. There are no words. Our language becomes that of the river. All the features of the river speak to you and you to them through motion. There is tension, threat, there is joy and release, and overall, a deep, deep sense of flow. You are literally part of the flow of the world.

I longed for release from whatever it was I was. But whatever I was lay hard and immovable in me, like bone; I would never be free of my own weight.

I let go of all I no longer love, need, or use. I adore space.