Quotes About Release

The darkness brought a strange kind of release, and you wished secretly in your heart that darkness would descend on the whole earth so that you could get a chance to see how much energy there was stored in your little self. You could get a chance to leave the cage. You would be free.

you can use that energy to deal with your current situation, maybe with plenty left over. Breathe deeply. Let the feeling of arousal and clarity, triggered by the release of adrenaline into your bloodstream

Train yourself to let go of the things you fear to lose.

Only time will set you free, just like me

The rain feels good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay a while longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since last I wept.

Death is not the worst thing," the kindly man replied. "It is His gift to us, an end to want and pain.

The rain feels so good against my face, Sam. It feels like tears. Let me stay awhile longer, I pray you. It has been a long time since I last wept.

will be along next year in A Dance with Dragon...

But I shall give less thought to the future, I shall work in the present. I feel such work is within my power. For I only succeed in small things, and when I am tried by anxiety, I am bound to say it is the small joys that release me.

For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.

I looked like a person who wanted to abandon his own abandonment around some corner. Like someone looking for a distant and unknown place to release the cats of his sorrow, so that they would never find the way home. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of cats?

Love, then, is letting go of fear.

Spend as much time as you can before tomorrow ridding yourself of all the past, painful guilty, fearful thoughts and experiences you have had with your son.

Love is letting go of fear.

It went on from there. One last, god-awful, no-holds-barred blue; one of those fights where you pour out every poisonous thought you've ever had, the dregs of every grievance, and you set the cup in front of the other person and force them to drink it.

All the times, all the very many times, I had been forced to thwart and stifle my own nature seemed to gather together then, in that hot and dismal corridor. I heard a rushing sound in my head and felt a pressure in my breast, like floodwaters rising behind a flimsy dike. Before I knew I did it, the soup bowl was rising in my hand as if elevated by some supernatural force. Then, its yellow-gray contents were running down the nurse's pudgy face.

Many a man gets weary of clamping down on his rough impulses, which if given occasional release would encourage the living of life with salt in it, in place of dust.

So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!

There's a kind of release And a kind of torment in every goodbye for every man.

I never forgive, but I always forget.

Disappointments should be cremated, not embalmed.

Hands have not tears to flow.

Forgetting of a wrong is a mild revenge.

When you have got an elephant by the hind leg, and he is trying to run away, it is best to let him run.