Quotes About Release

Not forgiving is like drinking rat poison and then waiting for the rat to die.

Marietta is good for you, Gabriel. I quite like her. Don't be a fool and let her go." "I can do nothing but let her go, John. Sometimes love can only be given by setting someone free.

To cry was to release all sorts of ugly little pressures and tensions. Like waking out of a long, dark dream to a sun-filled day.

Him that I love, I wish to be free -- even from me.

For all you who are going, and there are many who are climbing their pain, many who will be painted out with a black ink suddenly and before it is time, for these many I say, awkwardly, clumsily, take off your life like trousers, your shoes, your underwear, then take off your flesh, unpick the lock of your bones. In other words take off the wall that separates you from God.

Say, I am the air I break; or say, I am a spool unwinding.

What are you supposed to do when something like that happens? Do you hold on or let go?

Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book, or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now.

I could have easily doubled my profit and made two records out of 'Among the Leaves', but the songs represented a certain period, and it made sense to get it out there as one piece.

I cry a lot. Usually once a day. I think it's one of the most profound forms of human expression.

People are always asking if I was mad at Houston. Honestly, I'm not. The truth of the matter is that when I was there, I didn't perform and they actually did me a favor by cutting me loose. They could have really held me there, not let me leave, bury me in Triple-A, put me behind some prospects and I would never even play.

Forgotten is forgiven.

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.

to have and to hold, and, in time - let go

And never be sorry--- thought Lois--- and never be sorry---

Nothing weighs on us so heavily as a secret. —Jean de La Fontaine, French poet (1621–1695)

get it open. He was light-headed with relief. He blasted

Palabras. No hay manera de quitárselas de encima. No le dejan a una estar verdaderamente sola. Plaga de bichos molestos, oye. Debería abrir las ventanas de par en par para que salgan a la calle las palabras, los lamentos, las viejas conversaciones tristes atrapadas entre los tabiques del piso deshabitado.

My isolation is not a search for happiness, which I do not have the heart to win, nor for peace, which one finds only when it will never more be lost; what I seek is sleep, extinction, a small surrender.

Afinal, se coisas boas se vão é para que coisas melhores possam vir. Esqueça o passado, desapego é o segredo!

Renunciation is liberation. Not wanting is power.

The basest of all human needs is the need to confide, to confess. It is the soul's need to go outside itself.

I'M HELD by nothing, I hold on to nothing, I belong to nothing.

La renuncia es la liberación. No querer es poder.