Best 133 quotes in «holding on quotes» category

Holding on and getting attached is sadness. Letting go with love opens the heart to fill it with happiness.

Holding onto what was isn't healthy for what is.

Hold it down until you come up

Hope is when against all odds a tiny flame keeps burning for the possibility.

Hopelessly holding on to bad love, because of the fear of being alone.

How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust them to.

I can have patience for anything, but it's waiting for love, that kills me a little each day.

If you keep holding on to the past, the pain will never go away.

If the last thing a man has to hold on to is his sense of pride and accompanying dignity, then more likely than not he will expend every last trace of energy doing so.

I held your hand tightly in the rain Until I realized you had let me go-- I was holding on in vain, I was holding on in pain.

I keep reaching for things too far away, keep wishing on stars that have already fallen, keep holding on, to things that are far too heavy...

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know I'm poking a wound, not healing it. I know there's no way to have a future with Rhiannon. All I'm doing is extending the past by a day.

I’ll never let go of you again,” she whispered. “I swear it.

In reality nobody can grasp anything permanently in life. Absolutely nothing. Somethings may stay in memory for a while but eventually that too fades away.

I only hold on so I can let go.

I suppose you can't hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on

I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.

It was a very ordinary day, the day I realised that my becoming is my life and my home and that I don't have to do anything but trust the process, trust my story and enjoy the journey. It doesn't really matter who I've become by the finish line, the important things are the changes from this morning to when I fall asleep again, and how they happened, and who they happened with. An hour watching the stars, a coffee in the morning with someone beautiful, intelligent conversations at 5am while sharing the last cigarette. Taking trains to nowhere, walking hand in hand through foreign cities with someone you love. Oceans and poetry. It was all very ordinary until my identity appeared, until my body and mind became one being. The day I saw the flowers and learned how to turn my daily struggles into the most extraordinary moments. Moments worth writing about. For so long I let my life slip through my fingers, like water. I'm holding on to it now, and I'm not letting go.

Let the fools hold on to their treasured stupidity Let yourself be safe in wisdom with much rapidity

No matter how strong you are, no matter how smart you are or tough you can be, the world will find a way to break you. And when it does, the only thing you can do is hold on.

Odd, the words: ‘while away the time’. How to hold it fast the harder thing. Who is not fearful: where is there a staying, where in all this is there any being? Look, as the day slows towards the space that draws it into dusk: rising became upstanding, standing a laying down, and then that which accepts its lying blurs to darkness. Mountains rest, outgloried be the stars - but even there, time’s transition glimmers. Ah, nightly refuged in my wild heart, roofless, the imperishable lingers. --- Wunderliches Wort: die Zeit vertreiben! Sie zu halten, wäre das Problem. Denn, wen ängstigts nicht: wo ist ein Bleiben, wo ein endlich Sein in alledem? - Sieh, der Tag verlangsamt sich, entgegen jenem Raum, der ihn nach Abend nimmt: Aufstehn wurde Stehn, und Stehn wird Legen, und das willig Liegende verschwimmt - Berge ruhn, von Sternen überprächtigt; - aber auch in ihnen flimmert Zeit. Ach, in meinem wilden Herzen nächtigt obdachlos die Unvergänglichkeit.

Remember what you always told me.” “Hold on tight and fight as hard as you can.

If I had one night, I'd hold you in my arms, Find redemption, no more contention, Keeping you close. Too long, years gone, Wasted away. One night, our night, Remember this. I won't forget you, No I won't forget you.—Red-Eyed Loons

I suppose you cannot hold on to old things just for the sake of holding on.

It felt as though I had been holding on to Sally all these years, by the tips of my fingers. Just holding on. She was like a moth, fragile and fleeting. One rough breath, one lurch , one tiny movement of your hand and she'd fly away from you.

...I think that you love who you love. And when you find love, you hold onto it and you don’t let it go.

I was holding on to hurricane nights and lit candles and my acoustic guitar resting in your hands. I was holding on to the sound of your voice saying my name and the peace I felt with your arms around me. I was holding on to documentaries in bed and your beautiful eyes closed as you sang Rocket Man and all the songs we never finished. I was holding on to our first text and last phone call and the plane ticket you offered but never sent. I was holding on to our first Christmas together and the last few Christmas Eves apart and I've been thinking we should be together. we should be kissing even if there isn't any mistletoe because if I have you there' no reason to celebrate and fuck, your lips were mine. They were always supposed to be mine. I was holding on to hope and banana pancakes on Sundays. I was holding on to Main Street and sunsets in Jersey. I was holding on to two streets that separated us and blizzards that couldn't keep us apart. I was holding on to you. I was holding on to us. And it was killing me.

I won’t let him retreat from me. We’ve come too far. I’ll fight for us even if it’s him I have to fight.

Maybe I hold on for too long, but maybe you don’t hold on for long enough?

Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lost

People don’t need nice; they need the truth. I find it ridiculous that a guy has this kind of hold on you. Have some self-respect. It’s insane to give full control of your emotions to someone who doesn’t give a damn about you

Please hold my hand for every balloon needs a string to stay grounded.

Si sente uno stereotipo, un caso da manuale al cubo, ma benché non la sopporti deve ammettere che la struttura sta funzionando, come un brutto ponteggio che però regge un palazzo. Non possiamo scegliere cosa ci tiene in piedi. A volte devi pensare a una cosa soltanto, cioè a non crollare.

Sometimes the strongest thing you will ever do will be to let go of someone. It will be painful, you will suffer guilt, and you will second-guess yourself, but for your own sanity and quality of life, there will come a time where you hand them to God, with your love, and trust Him to be who and what He is. May our Lord comfort you.

Some days the bravest thing we can do, Is to hold on, have hope, to keep walking, Even just for another day.

Some people believe that holding on and hanging there are signs of strength, but there are times in life when it takes much more strength just to let go.

Sometimes words just arent enough. Sometimes it's easier to magically lose yourself in the memories long past, the ones you so selfishly took for granted. And sadly sometimes that's the only way to keep those people in your life- recapturing their glorious light before they fade. And inevitably their memory along with them.

Sometimes letting go is braver than holding on until you break.

Sometimes you win or sometimes you lose. I don't wanna lose you, Don't even own you. I just wanna stay right here, Until never dawns

Stop holding-on to the wrong people. Let them go on their own way; if not for you, then for them.

The word goodbye stuck to her tongue. She wasn’t ready to say it. Because goodbye weighed more when forever hung off the end. And she wasn’t sure about forever. She wasn’t sure about anything. Except that, at that moment, she wanted to believe he would always be there. Even if it meant many years down the road. She needed to still have something to hold onto.

There are things that will not have themselves buried and put out of sight, as though they had never been.

Therefore, you might end up, like be dead, with still having that notion of 'not giving up' in your mind.

There is absolutely no beauty in holding onto something that you're supposed to let go of.

Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye?

those whom love has held, has held here in time curious, in this labyrinth of roses—it will go on holding, though in cruelty—of stars we could not reach for, but still remembered.

Unconditional love goes beyond holding on and letting go. Real love is about truth. It's about looking at what's really going on instead of the stories we tell ourselves about it. It's about being able to love someone from afar, when we need to, because we see that closeness turns us into the worst versions of ourselves.

We have all suffered losses and pain, but no loss is greater than a life lost holding-on to a painful past.

We hold on to poetry because it lights a fire in our soul and keeps our bodies warm.

What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary.