Quotes About Release

We chain ourselves to those we don't forgive.

To forgive is to unlock the cage of another's folly to set ourselves free.

We chain ourselves to those we don't forgive.

Forgiveness is release — to unlock the cage of another's folly to set ourselves free. To not forgive is to chain oneself to people and circumstances of the past. In doing so, our past becomes our future.

Regret is a useless emotion.

You darling, sweet man. I'm so sorry for your pain. I wish I could have taken it from you. But you've carried it long enough. You need to let it go.

Feelings can be like wild animals-we underrate how fierce they are until we've opened their cage

We are chained to that which we do not forgive

I cut off my head and threw it in the sky.

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land. - Unfinished Duet

Take the light inside you like a blessing, like a knee in the chest, holding onto it and not letting go. Now let it go.

the horses running until they forget that they are horses.

Opera has always been my chief emotional release. Along with sex, of course.

At death there is only liberation. It is just more chic to see liberation when you are alive." Max Furlaud in a private conversation

If it's dead, don't go digging it up every five minutes to check if there's a pulse. It's dead; walk away.

Taking a deep breathe, I made one of the hardest decisions of my life. I walked away.

I'm sorry." "Be sorry you lied," he said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go, yeah, but still something that's made you who you are.

She felt so much emotionally, she would say, that a physical outlet - physical pain - was the only way to make her internal pain go away. It was the only way she could control it.

Don't be sorry you loved him. That's part of you, part you have to let go...

You…you need to move on," I managed. Yes, that was a sound reason. "You need to find someone else. You know I don't—that I can't. Well, you know. You're wasting your time with me." He remained firm. "It's my time to waste.

When I reached the end, I was sobbing, all the love and rage and anguish I'd been holding onto since that night on the bridge exploding out of me.

A dream is not needing anything. If it is a good one, it is waiting peaceably for ever until it is released and allowed to do its job. If it is a bad one, it is always fighting to get out.

It's in that place that we're reminded that true life comes when we're willing to admit that we've reached the end of ourselves, we've given up, we've let go, we're willing to die to all of our desires to figure it out and be in control. We lose our life, only to find it.

Confession is like really, really healthy vomit. It may smell and get all over the front of your shirt, but you feel better—you feel cleansed—when you're done.