Quotes About Release

And it was different because, above all other things, that heavy and painful Book of Regrets had been successfully burnt to dust.

And I felt an urge to tell someone how good it felt, in human form, to laugh. The release of it. And I wanted to tell someone about it

Laughter flapped out of people like bats from a cave.

You don't punish anyone other than yourself by keeping hate inside you.

It is tantalising, to be this close to revealing your own truth, like holding a bird you are about to set free.

Sometimes we cannot control our world and hold it too tightly without squeezing some of the life from it.

the regrettable past should be left to languish wherever it took itself when it was finished being the enjoyable present

Life, she thought, was like that sometimes; for years, things were a certain way, and then in an instant, almost without conscious thought, they weren't that way any longer, as if all the hidden pressure of their having been the way they'd been had found release through a necessary valve.

it is no great task to remember people--the challenge is in forgetting them and allowing one's self to -go on-. [Édouard Manet]

I prefer that laughter shall take me unawares. Only so can it master and dissolve me.

Forgiveness is unlocking the door to set someone free and realising you were the prisoner!

The one-time ubiquitous emblem of classic PR, the press release, has technically been dead for a while now. To be a bit more precise, His Majesty the Press Release has been dying - a relatively slow death, but a death, nonetheless. And there is no coming back. Now we are in the afterlife, thanks to the social media revolution.

Therapeutic forgiveness cuts out, eradicates, cancels, makes the wrong as if it had never been. Therapeutic forgiveness is like surgery.

Forgiveness is the greatest gift you can give yourself.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

Sometimes forgiveness is the hardest thing to give, but the most cherished thing to receive.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things our, spectres mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

We should kill our pasts with each passing day. Blot them out, so that they will not hurt. Each present day could thus be endured more easily, it would not be measured against what no longer exists. As things are, specters mix with our lives so that there is neither pure memory nor pure life. They clash and try to strangle each other, continually.

Ne može se živjeti samo od pucanja i strahovanja, ?ovjek mora i da do?e sebi, da se provjetri, da se provede, da se izbjesni; vidio si kako u lokomotivi puštaju paru da ne eksplodira, e tako ti je i kod ?ovjeka.

It was too easy. Letting go also meant other things, things people never discussed. There were restrictions; everything always had to be cathartic these days.

There were moments when you idly glanced into the toilet or into a tissue after you'd used it, and suddenly remembered that this, this was what you carried around inside you all the time. This was what was always waiting to be let out.

What if I could be happy with Will? Really happy. Not settling. What if I have waited my whole life to find this person who fits me like the missing piece of my puzzle? What if my entire life has led to this point, not to teach me a lesson about appreciating what I have, but to help me let it all go?

I hold on to him longer than is necessary, but then I let him go. Of course I let him go; there's no other choice. He has a life, and so do I. No matter what I want, the sun has come up and the world will not fade away.

Let him go. Let one of them go. Knowing it and doing it, two separate accomplishments. Let one man go. The question had to be, which one?