Quotes About Release

Get rid of your doubts. Yesterday is dead. Past mistakes are like smoke in the breeze.

Alis grave nil. May language release you from its lies.

Stop allowing things from the past to control you in the present or hinder you in the future. Paul shook things off. He didn't let them cling to him like anchors pulling him down.

I close my eyes. And i scream. If my whole world is crashing down around me, then I am going to make the sound of the crashing. I want to scream until all my bones break.

We are so used to releasing words, we don't know what to do with them if they stay. No matter how many times we let them go, they come back. The words that matter always stay.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

But you have to figure that if it's too hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

The fewer connections you have to the world, the easier it is to leave.

shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never learned how to hold on?

The words just start to fall there. And I feel some satisfaction from that. I've never written just for myself. And I've never written for anyone else. I write for the release of it. For finding out what will be there when I am done.

The only way to survive is to let some of them go.

Whatever you had -- I don't know what it was, and that's fine. But it must not be easy for you. You miss him, and that's okay. But you have to figure that if it's too much hard to hang on, then maybe you should let go.

What's gone is gone.

shouldn't letting go be painless if you've never lesrned how to hold on?

If she lets go, it's all over. If I let go, it's all over. And because she is holding on so tight, I hold on so tight.

I pressed my head into the pillow and I screamed. Pure sound. No words. But it all came out as your name.

I'm so sorry," I continue. And it's like the last word is a hurdle and I can't leap it, because something in the word snags my voice and suddenly I am giving everything up. I am letting my shoulders fall and I am feeling myself become the absence, feeling myself become that gasp and sob.

What did Pandora do with her box after she'd unleashed despair into the world? Did she keep it in her mantel, as a reminder of what she'd done?

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop. What was the next line? What did I say to you then? I probably changed the subject, and the new subject wasn't worth remembering.

Letting go is harder than you can imagine.

I've tried breaking things to feel better - and found that it only feels better while things are breaking, not the next moment, when they're broken. It's a release that leads to nowhere.

I realize that miss her or not missing her isn't the point. The point is that I'm still carrying around what happened as much as she is. And I need to get rid of it.

I am seeing that I cannot be a part of the music that sets him free.

mom: my point is that there are times when you just have to let it all out. all of the anger, all of the pain. me: have you thought of talking to someone about this? i mean, i have some pills that might interest you, but i think you're supposed to have a prescription. it's okay - it only takes up an hour of your time for them to diagnose it.