Quotes About Release

Everything that limits us we have to put aside

Burn all the maps to your body. I'm not here of my own choosing.

It is our ability to forget our problems, through the process of thought, rather than the passage of time, that frees us from the circumstances of our past.

It was like resolution. The circling antagonisms collapsed inward like orbitals crashing and burning, surrendering to a mutual gravity that had dragged like chains while it endured but in release was a streak of fire through the nerves.

It is true, I spend some of my leisure time in purchased sexual release, both real and virtual. Or, as you so elegantly put it, whorehouses.

Durante toda una eternidad, nuestras palabras pasaban de los murmullos a las exclamaciones excitadas. Cambiábamos de postura y nos mordisqueábamos suavemente, mientras me embargaba un sentimiento que amenazaba con desbordarme por mis ojos. La presión era insostenible; me abandoné y descargué en ella mientras la sentía buscar los últimos vestigios de mi erección con sus últimas contracciones.

Your depression is exhaustion. Like Atlas, you try to carry this world on your own shoulders. This was never my intention. Allow me to carry the world.

Today, I release the urgency of outer events. I listen to the inner rhythm of God. I set my pace by divine guidance. The world and its busy agendas do not control my soul.

Today, I embrace the beginning of a better life. I release my grip on the past and open my hand to receive the new. I accept the seeds of the future.

People are told to JUST LET GO. And they would, if they knew what they are holding on to.

Let go and let God

In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when the moment came, our lives -- and time itself -- would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible.

In those days, we imagined ourselves as being kept in some kind of holding pen, waiting to be released into our lives. And when that moment came, our lives—and time itself—would speed up. How were we to know that our lives had in any case begun, that some advantage had already been gained, some damage already inflicted? Also, that our release would only be into a larger holding pen, whose boundaries would be at first undiscernible.

She let him go once. Every day demands that she release him over and over again. She clenches her fists and thinks, Will he find me again? And she tells herself, No. Don't want this. Let him go.

I don't sleep. All night long I'm wide awake, thinking, Secrets, secrets, secrets. There are secrets in my past no one needs to know. Secrets in my present that might kill Kim and Chip. I don't want to take my secrets with me when I go. When I pass through the light, i want to be free of everything and everyone.

I just want the pain to end.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

To begin is no more agony than opening your hand.

If you don't break your ropes while you're alive, do you think ghosts will do it after?

Most of the time you will be the it being let go of.

We have to move forward, sweetheart. And we can't do that if we hold on to what was.

Airports and train stations are where you get to cry

She used to grip me so tightly that the only way I could put her down was to pry her loose, one digit at a time. For two years, I had bruises from her fingers and toes all over my body.

Just when she thought she could feel nothing more, he began to increase his pace, strokes that pushed her over the edge. The storm swallowed her screams of pleasure. She heard his exultant laughter as she jerked her hands free, gripped his buttocks and pulled him to her, riding out her climax with his.