Quotes About Release

May we all emerge from winter with our strength renewed and any unwanted pieces left under the ice.

People become attached to their burdens sometimes more than the burdens are attached to them.

For me, working out is nothing to do with looks. It's to let it all out - the stress, the self-consciousness - you think less; it makes you more centred.

When you would grab that last hole you could literally feel all of the hope, desire and stress drop off of you.

Dance releases energy mobilized by the fight-or-flight stress response that was otherwise restrained.

Letting yourself off the hook takes the stress away.

There's a lot of stress... but once you get in the car, all that goes out the window.

Nothing relieves stress like setting things on fire.

The secret of forgiveness is not to procrastinate, but to free yourself immediately of stress by totally forgiving this instant.

I usually get all my stress and anger out at the gym. But when I get out, I'm kind of a pleasant person - really.

Dismiss thoughts of 'good, bad, right, wrong, success, failure' - be spontaneous.

Living in the moment means letting go of the past and not waiting for the future. It means living your life consciously, aware that each moment you breathe is a gift.

The main reason people fail is they become attached to others who hold them back. Letting go of others and going forward may seem like a lonely and impossible task, but I assure you it is not.

Nothing is more diminishing than trying to control success or hold on to things.

How is it brought to critical mass. Presteign? How is the energy released?' 'As the original energy was generated, in the beginning of time,' Presteign droned. 'Through Will and Idea.

Holding a tear back makes them drain upward, higher and higher, until one day your head just explodes and you're left with a stub of a neck and nothing more.

Things without all remedy should be without regard

her soul was in her mouth, ready to escape as a puff of air

Curses are like knots, the more you struggle to be free, the tighter they become, whether they're made of rope or spite or desperation.

What if people really did that - sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be that they sent? A box of chocolates with centers like the yolks of turkey eggs. A mud doll with hollow eye sockets. A heap of roses slightly more fragrant than rotten. A package wrapped in bloody newspaper that nobody would want to open.

What if people really did that--sent their love through the mail to get rid of it? What would it be that they sent? A box of chocolates with centers like the yolks of turkeys' eggs. A mud doll with hollow eye sockets. A heap of roses slightly more fragrant than rotten. A package wrapped in bloody newspaper that nobody would want to open.)

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

Then a little voice in him said, Let go, let go, let go

Hold still, my father would say, while I held the ship in the bottle and he burned away the strings he'd raised the mast with and set the clipper ship free on its blue putty sea. And I would wait for him, recognizing the tension of that moment when the world in the bottle depended, solely, on me.