Quotes About Release

Once released from life, having lost it in such violence, I couldn't calculate my steps. I didn't have time for contemplation. In violence it is the getting out that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from the shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping to land away from where you are.

When the dead are done with the living, the living can go on to other things.

You can be free. Simply put, you have to give up on Earth.

When was it all right to let go not only of the dead but of the living—to learn to accept?

What I'd been missing was a wanderlust that came from letting go?

Even as I hold you I think of you as someone gone far, far away. Your eyes the color of pennies in a bowl of dark honey bringing sweet light to someone else your black hair slipping through my fingers is the flash of your head going around a corner your smile, breaking before me, the flippant last turn of a revolving door, emptying you out, changed, away from me. Even as I hold you I am letting go.

Why do tired people sing?

A shrieking rise of power rushed into my pathways, rocking me against the wall. Ido's body slammed into mine. He was not going to let go. Not now. The Rat Dragon howled, his heavy blue force driven back by the onslaught of sinuous gold. Raw,rejoicing energy flooded my seven centers of power; opening,pushing, seeking. And behind it all, a presence exulting in the joy of release and reunion. I looked up and finally my mind-sight was clear. I could see the Mirror Dragon. My Dragon.

Exclamation marks kept stabbing out into the air after the words that I didn't want to let out. Stab and stab and stab, words and more hurtful words pushing against each other inside me, dying to get out.

As soon as Sam pops the trunk, more balloons fly up into the air.

To quit successfully, you need to focus on what the cigarette is doing for you. Once you understand you're not making a sacrifice, you're well on your way to freedom.

These cigarettes are the equivalent of wearing tight shoes to get the pleasure of taking them off.

No more to say, and nothing to weep for

Freedom does that to people, he realizes. Once you've tasted it, ou never want to let go.

You can't go back. You can't have what was stolen. Just forget...

Anhamirak, abandon and freedom.

Vengeance only walks a circle. From blood, back to blood. Death waits for us all. You can follow your path to her bent under a burden of rage. I did, for many years. You can let it poison you." He took a long breath, and let it sigh away. "Or you can let it go.

If you want to be a fine new person with a fine new life you've got to put the person you were behind you, like a snake sheds its skin. You've got to stop picking through your hoard of hurts and grievances like a miser with his coins, set 'em down and allow yourself to go free. You've got to forgive and you've got to trust, not because anyone else deserves it, but because you do.

Vengeance is just an empty chest you choose to carry.

Least I won't have to carry it no more. You see how bloody heavy it is?

If strength is love, then we weren't strong enough, But if strength is letting love go, we were.

Keep unfolding deeper and deeper into oneness; Continuously let go of control; Feel greater and greater degrees of wholeness, and finally;

The mad sometimes drilled holes in their own heads, to let the demons out, to relieve the pressure of thoughts they could no longer bear.

In the distance, she could hear the congregation roaring the Talking Heads, bellowing about the sweet release of burning it all down.