Quotes About Clinging

Fear has never helped anybody make good choices. It leads to clinging when we should be walking.

Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?

I was in danger of drowning, and nobody lost at sea worries about whether the spar they cling to is made of elm or oak.

The futility of samsara. Samsara is preferring death to life. It comes from always trying to create safety zones. We get stuck here because we cling to a funny little identity that gives us some kind of security, painful though it may be. The fourth reminder is to remember the futility of this strategy.

The point is that you begin where you are, you see what a child you are, and you don't criticize that. You begin to explore, with a lot of humor and generosity toward yourself, all the places where you cling, and every time you cling, you realize, "Ah!

I was clinging to this tree so passionately that I might very well have committed an act of photosynthesis with it.

Fanatics do not have faith - they have belief. With faith you let go. You trust. Whereas with belief you cling.

Do you know what's so great about clinging to hope? Hope is like a strong cord, a lifeline that stretches straight from God to you. The more you choose to cling to it, the more you are transferring the weight of your burdens to God. Depression and desperation vanish as you continue to cling to hope.

I said to myself: Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?

The time when there is nothing at all in your soul except a cry for help may be just that time when God can't give it: you are like the drowning man who can't be helped because he clutches and grabs. Perhaps your own reiterated cries deafen you to the voice you hoped to hear.

Because we mistake what is impermanent to be permanent

Traditionally it's said that the cause of suffering is clinging to our narrow view. Another way to say the same thing is that resisting our complete unity with all of life, resisting the fact that we change and flow like the weather, that we have the same energy as all living things, resisting that is what's called ego.

I found folly everywhere, but there were grains of wisdom in every stream of it. No doubt there was much more wisdom that I failed to recognize. Life is hard, Mr. Scoresby, but we cling to it all the same.

found folly everywhere, but there were grains of wisdom in every stream of it. No doubt there was much more wisdom that I failed to recognize. Life is hard, Mr. Scoresby, but we cling to it all the same.

The expression on J.D.'s face is ingenious, already makes you feel deprived not being there with them. We're late, D.L. says, returning and immediately clinging to Mark in a way you can't tell if he minds.

I am nowhere near wanting to kill myself. But I can understand feeling so detached from your own life. To feel that your connection to everyone else is so thin that all it would take is one decisive snip to be separated completely. If i don't cling, I drift. I feel that no one is holding me. In my life, I am the only one who holds.

This, in a nutshell, is Hinduism, and I have been a Hindu all my life. With its notions in mind I see my place in the universe. But we should not cling!

And there were ruined castles covered with ivy - the badge of the old order, clinging to its own; and into the ivy doves dived, seeming to leave in their wake a trail of amethyst, just as a clump of bottle-green leaves is shot with purple by the knowledge that it hides violets.

I think God eventually changed my heart simply because I clung to my desire for Him, even though I wasn't sure how to follow through on that desire.

I often find it maddening to live in America, in a way that is both amusing and horrifying to me. America clings to versions of itself that are absolutely hypocritical. I can't shake my outrage at it, so I write about it.

I turn off the notification app for good, no longer needing to know exactly how many gone. After all, clinging to life is what we have always done best. We are still trying to hide from the truth of things and who can blame us.

There's a difference between being overwhelmed and being stressed. Haven't ever clung to the Lord this much.

Once you stop clinging and let things be, you'll be free, even of birth and death. You'll transform everything.

I stop still with the shock and fell my head swim. Richard takes my hand. We stand for a moment, handclasped as if we are clinging to each other in this new and terrifying world. We don't notice the passing servants, or the courtiers hurrying by. Richard looks into my eyes and once again I know us for the children that we were, who had to make our own destiny in a world we could not understand.