Quotes About Release

I was clinging to all that had been and, in an ideal world, all that we had hoped for. He, he wanted out.

Dear agony, just let go of me, suffer slowly, is this the way it's gotta be?

In order for forgiveness to happen, something has to die. If you make a choice to forgive, you have to face into the pain. You simply have to hurt.

Nelson Mandela wrote, "Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.

Am I holding on to Unexpressed emotions today?

No sense in chasing something that doesn't want to be caught" -Poppy

He ends our indecision and liberates us from the oppression of false deadlines and myopic vision.

became too heavy, and I couldn't carry it. I just couldn't.

We buy balloons, we let them go.

Something inside me has filled up to the brim, and soon the walls will burst.

The cold grips us like handcuffs and the heat is the liberating key.

To be converted fully is to let God lead us out of our compulsions. It means that we admit how we give up ceaselessly trying to "fix" things. Freedom is the opposite of compulsive obsessions. This is not easy, of course, mostly because intense needs motivate us.

It is hard to forget that which it is worse than useless to remember.

Real power is measured by how much you can let things be.

know one or two families, at least, in this town, who, for nearly a generation, have been wishing to sell their houses in the outskirts and move into the village, but have not been able to accomplish it, and only death will set them free.

I call it relief, though it was only the relief that a snap brings to a strain or the burst of a thunderstorm to a day of suffocation. It was at least change, and it came with a rush.

Your desire is to escape everything? Everything.

When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it,or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. I am very certain now that, as I said therein, if I truly become what I wish to be, the burden will fall away. The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize with one's whole being, is that you alone control nothing.

I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.

I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it's painful gall-stones, it's gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...

Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling asleep. We don't know how to let go. We're like a Jack-in-the-box perched on top of a spring and the more we struggle the harder it is to get back in the box.

Once you have given up the ghost, everything follows with dead certainty, even in the midst of chaos.

But there comes a time, even in the life of an idle genius, when he has to go to the window and vomit up the excess baggage.

The tears were streaming down his face. He made no effort to brush them away. He just let everything gush forth. Jesus, I thought to myself, that's fine to have a release like that. Fine to be a complete coward at least once in your life. To let go that way.