Quotes About Release

Speech imprisoned frets to find a vent. To harangue space is an outlet.

She stayed in his arms as long as she could bear and then eased away.

Memories came crashing through the walls she'd built to contain them.

He started to cry, and she pulled him into her arms. It took perhaps the greatest courage of her life to let go of him.

I know you have stuff you need to say, but we're kids so you stay quiet. I thought maybe writing it down would make you feel better.

Some lives are not ours to hold on to;

folks who hang on to the past miss their chance for a future.

The only person your anger hurts is you. Let it go. Accept it. Move on.

And I do, god, how I do love playing live, it's the most primal form of energy release you can share with other people besides having sex or taking drugs. So if you see a good live show on drugs and then later that evening have sex, you're basically covered all the bases of energy release, and we all need to let off steam. It's easier and safer than protesting abortion clinics or praising God or wanting to hurt your brother; so go to a show, dance around a bit and copulate.

I don't want to confine you, I don't want to control you. I want to set you free.

Talk to God about whatever may be pressuring you and then commit the entire matter into his hands. Do this so that you will be free from the confusion, conflicts and cares that fill the world today.

And then the swelling thing burst. There was, to Damon, a palpable if not audible crack as the stone encasing his soul burst open and a great piece fell away.

Let bygones be bygones

Where can you scream? It's a serious question: where can you go in society and scream?

Can we leave the past behind us?" Could they? The question was everything. "That's an excellent place for the past," said Suheyla. "If you don't leave it there, it clutters everything up and you just keep tripping over it.

It was cruel. Like opening a birdcage to let the bird fly out, whilst all the while it's tethered by the leg, and freedom is only an illusion.

If only it were that easy to let go of hate. Just relax your face.

Don't I deserve to finally be free of you?

Music. Close your eyes and it's a rosebush blooming in time lapse so that it shoots and blossoms flow outward in a swift choreography of growth and collapse, twine and coil, release and fade. Close your eyes and music paints light vines and calligraphy on the darkness within you.

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.

So Sarai gave in to the scream that night, and the dark things within her took wing. They came boiling out between her lips, and they weren't demons after all, but moths.

Letting you go, Karou, will be like oenin the window for a butterfly. One does not hope for the butterfly's return." "I'm not a freaking butterfly.

The despair was entire, complete as a possession, but fleeting. It released her, and was gone, but it left Karou gutted, guttered, feeling for all the world like… …a candle flame extinguished by a scream.