Quotes About Release

In a single, silent moment, his rage, his fear, his humiliation and helplessness, had fallen away. That morning, he believed, he was a new creation. Softly, he wept.

Forget about weird Boy and move on

But then again—if one doesn't forgive someone, doesn't one, in a sense, lose that person forever?

la sangre, como la leche hervida, siempre está esperando una oportunidad para derramarse y cuando empieza ya no quiere detenerse.

What's the point of obsessing over cholesterol or bike helmets or even cigarettes when the biggest threats to our children are being released back into society every day?

Oh,yes," he uttered hoarsely,savagely."There it is.The walls of your pussy...Shit,it's like an earthquake.Come for me,baby." ~Gray Donohue

it's wrecked, our relationship is smashed, and we don't have to pretend anymore.

Bygones are gone. That's not right, is it?

I guess that's what saying good-bye is always like--like jumping off an edge. The worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you're in the air, there's nothing you can do but let go.

Illness was a temporary respite, a release from the demands of an alienating world.

And they never let him go.

To urinate, they simply stood and faced the ocean wherever they could be sure that the wind would

declare and ordain as free and quit of every obligation of captivity, subjection, and slavery, my captured

thenceforward forever the said Enrique may be free and manumitted, and quit, exempt, and relieved of every obligation of slavery

In metaphysical training, a hidden truth is that spiritual power is released by going backwards!

Q. Why do you write? A. I have found no other way of getting rid of my thoughts.

To have—to hold—and—in time—let go!

For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.

For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no questions, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Spend passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, -to hold -and -in time, -let go!

tears and rain are the same thing, they're meant to wash you clean and make you grow. If you don't let them out, you'll drown inside.

This is it, Marilyn told herself. Let it go. This is what you have. Accept it.

Everything that loomed so large close up - all you had to do was step away, and they shrank to nothing. You could stop taking their phone calls, tear up their letters, pretend they'd never existed. Start over as a new person with a new life. Just a problem of geography, he thought, with the confidence of someone who had never yet tried to free himself of family.

How good the rain would feel, like crying all over her body.

Já não se lembrava de como era abraçar uma criança - abraçar fosse quem fosse - desta forma. Como o peso da outra pessoa se afunda em nós, como se agarram instintivamente. Como confiam em nós. Passa muito tempo até se sentir preparado para a largar.