Quotes About Release

Sometimes leaving is the only thing you can do.

A pinned butterfly holds no delight. A pinned butterfly is nothing like a butterfly at all.

They had spilled their secrets, and Auri knew full well how heavy hard-held secrets could become.

Quite impressive, to unbind what I have wrought with nothing more than blood.

every piece of the laughing was a tiny bird come tumbling out to fly around the room.

A veces lo único que puedes hacer es marcharte.

que el otoño es la estación idónea para arrancar de raíz cualquier cosa que no quieras que vuelva a molestarte.

I was looking for a place to put my blood," I said. "Most people keep that inside, she said. "It's easier.

Mi abuelo siempre decía que el otoño es la estación idónea para arrancar de raíz cualquier cosa que no quieras que vuelva a molestarte.

it is better to have a mouthful of poison than a secret of the heart. Any fool will spit out poison, he says, but we hoard these painful treasures. We swallow hard against them every day, forcing them deep inside us. There they sit, growing heavier, festering. Given enough time, they cannot help but crush the heart that holds them.

My granda always told me that fall's the time to root up something you dont want coming back to trouble you. Autumn...Autumn's the time. In autumn, everything is tired and ready to die.

He was not bound. No one led him by the arm. He got out of the carriage as if he were a free man.

El grito derrumbó las paredes,…, salió del corazón, cruzó tumbas, pantanos y desiertos, pasó a gran velocidad por el paisaje nocturno de su alma, como un voraz incendio,… e irrumpió en el mundo, resonando mucho más allá de la altiplanicie… Si el grito no hubiese rasgado la niebla, se habría asfixiado así mismo: una muerte espantosa.

We sang not for fame and fortune, but because the song needed to be set free from our souls. Once liberated, most folks understood why it had been locked up in the first place. Once

Be careful. Sometimes you don't carry a grudge. It carries you.

The extended silence went on too long. I knew it had to be broken, smashed into little bits and thrown out the nearest airlock.

We're have arrived," announced Eric. "Let joy be unconfined. Or at least let out on bail." Frighteningly

Shard by shard we are released from the tyranny of so-called time. A curtain of purple wisteria partially conceals the entrance to a familiar garden... In a wink, a lifetime, we pass through the infinite movements of a silent overture.

Shard by shard we are released from the tyranny of so-called time.

It had been many months since I'd shed tears for Tomaso, but grief is like that. It's not a continuous process; it comes in waves. You can keep it at bay for a time, like a dam holding back a lake, but them something triggers an explosion inside of you, shattering the wall and letting loose a flood.

Pero de repente, después de todo este tiempo, siento que tengo algo que decir y que si no lo escribo rápidamente, mi cabeza estallará.

Of all dead psychological theories, catharsis is the deadest.

Forgiveness does not change the past, but it does enlarge the future.

I no longer need to carry the burden of the past on my shoulders, so I am free to fully give myself to what God has called me to in the here and now.