Quotes About Release

How am I supposed to let you go, that's all I'm asking. I want to hold you again, smell you, and, yes too, I just want you to fade. To please, please fade.

Sometimes I have a feeling that I just can't get rid of. Sometimes there's an experience that I want to write about that I have to get off my chest. Sometimes there are some words that appeal to you.

Wisdom grows by stripping away beliefs, until the last tether is cut, and suddenly you float free.

A terrible burden seemed to drain from him.

A releasing of said tension, a dying of the sparks. I now fear getting depressed." "The risk of achieving what you wish for.

I dwelt a long time in the House of Death, tormented by the truth that I failed to achieve what I most wanted in my life. That sense, of terrible incompleteness, overwhelmed me many times. But now I stand with you, my brother, and I will fall in your stead if I can in this battle to come. Oblivion does not frighten me – I see only its blessed release.

Release gets addictive, you see. It becomes a fixed behaviour, as destructive as any other. Keep repeating the exercise of grief and it loses meaning, it becomes rote, false, a game of self-delusion, self-indulgence. A way of never getting over anything, ever.

Bloody idealist. We needed to walk away. Sooner or later, no matter how much you put into what you've made, you have to turn and walk away.

There is an abandonment, an escape, that physical labor bestows.

Even if you know you're sleeping, you're still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep can't simply decide to wake up. Nightmares don't let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decided, in their own good time, to let you go.

There are many times when second thoughts become chains on your soul.

A soul is only set free when it becomes constrained by the bonds of love.

Even if you know you're sleeping, you're still at the mercy of your dreams. People who are asleep can't simply decide to wake up. Nightmares don't let you off that easily. They hold you in their clutches until they decide, in their own good time, to let you go.

But one wants the idea of Death, you know, as something large and unknowable, something that allows a person to stretch himself out. Especially one wants it if one is tired. Or perhaps what one wants is simply a release from sensation, from all consciousness for ever....

His life was nothing. He was nothing. For a few scant moments, this revelation was spiritual in its purity and simplicity. He felt release.

Oh, Verity, let it go. You have built a shrine within you that calls to ghosts.

He burned with vitality, and an energy that needed release in activity.

As he ran, he stripped off his uniform, unaware of the cold. The Magravandian cloth and leather burned him like gall. It was a symbol of all that destroyed him.

I have hung on with all my strength, but I feel it leaving me. I must give it to you.

When you find him, tell him the joke is over. He must release me.

Shem enfolded Daniel in his arms and rocked him like a child. He uttered a low, monotonous groan, as if in pain, then words spilled out of him like blood.

Your mind, your soul, is like an overturned jug. Everything pours out.

She felt dizzy, exhilarated, because a thousand words she had kept tightly within her had been given their freedom, because he had spoken kindly to her.

I released myself to the flow of the world's rhythm, not struggling to search, but simply letting my instinct guide me.