Best 2090 quotes in «letting go quotes» category

God acts in the peace of one’s soul. It is not by our own efforts that we succeed in liberating ourselves from sin; it is only the grace of God which attains this end. Rather than troubling ourselves, it is more efficacious to regain our peace and let God act.

Going against everything her heart was telling her to do, she took a step back again, creating the distance he clearly wanted. She had to stay resolute. It was less painful this way. Letting him go had to be less painful. And she had to do it while she still had the conviction. She was used to facing things alone and this was no different. She didn’t need him. She needed anything but him if she was going to get her life back on track. The last thing she needed was a broken heart. If any more threads that held it together were cut, she wasn’t sure it would ever repair again. And she knew Kane was more than capable of being the one to ruin her.

Gotta let go ... then let go some more. Then when I think I've let it all go, I've gotta let it go till it's gone.

Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.

Gue hanya tersenyum. Sebelum dia pergi, gue bertanya, “How long do you think it takes to get over someone?” Dia terhenyak sebentar sebelum menjawab, “Forever. Sometimes it takes forever.

Habits are hard to let go, especially if they are human beings.

Habit has two parts, Toni [Packer] says. There is the habit itself (finger biting, smoking, drinking, whatever), and there is the observer who wants to stop, who is also a habit. And there is the conflict, the battle between the desire to indulge, which is an escape from what is, and the desire to stop, which is also a movement away from what is.

Have you ever wondered why we bury and cremate our dead? Nothing to do with hygiene, it’s just so we don’t have to see the reality of death. You know, the Zoroastrians used to leave their dead in open places for the birds to eat. Now that’s a far more honest way to go, don’t you agree? Everyone can see what happens. It makes us live our lives more potently. That’s how I want to go, at my end: openly. Not ashamed of death, but embracing it.

Hatred wants to annihilate, but it annihilates by destroying, by making our awareness dull, by suppressing, by dividing. True Nature does not really annihilate, because something is not wiping out something else--there is no duality. The kind of annihilation that True Nature makes possible is more of a recognition, a precise understanding that Being reveals in us. We have no inner agitation in our attitude; we see and understand whatever impediment is arising, but we do not give it energy in the form of reaction, and thus it becomes still on its own and does not appear. We experience this as a dissolving or a melting, but what is actually happening is that the energy fueling the obstacle disappears, the obstacle loses its dynamism, and it simply stops arising.

Happily Single is holding out for the best and letting go of the rest. It’s saying “I will and I can” to YOURSELF before you say “I do” to someone else.

Having a date with someone other than your ex-wife after being a married man for more than twenty five years was an important occasion alright, but wearing a tie she bought with such strong emotional value attached to it was a form of cowardice, a subconscious reluctance to let go.

Hay una gran diferencia entre "alguien que nos apoya" y "alguien que nos consuela". La diferencia se encuentra que la resignación vive en una de estas dos.

He changed me...here" He tapped his chest. "I'm not sure I can be the same person I used to be." "I'm not asking you for that, man. I'm not asking you to forget or even forgive. I'm telling you to find a way to get around it, not over it.

He: Cabbage is disgusting. She: Oh? He: Yeh! Gross stuff.Can't stand it. I haven't had it since I was a kid. She: Oh? *She is silent as he eats his hot-dog with sauerkraut and coleslaw. Judge not the cabbage for it has many forms. Judge not the person for they have many aspects.

He couldn't give me what I wanted, because he didn't have it to give. I saw an ideal of him and kept trying to get him to fit that mold because I didn't want to let go of the illusion of who he was.

Have you ever lost someone close to you? Someone who is at the core of your universe, the hero of all your stories...when that happens, it isn’t just the loss of one life, it’s the loss of two lives - one who found another world, perhaps...and one who is left behind.

He had felt viable being near her or knowing she was listening to him or having the comfort of their casual meeting within a dream. With her, he simply and effortlessly felt better. They all felt better, unburdened, cared for, and heard. Being connected to her eased his suffering as he gave her his. It was only when she began to drown in the cumulation of commingled torments that to save whatever part of her was left, she disconnected, and when she did, his suffering returned and remained with him longer than she had. But instead of saving herself, it was the additional burden of her own anguish from letting them all go that took her breath and inevitably pulled her under.

he had kidded with us that if we didn't let go at the proper moment, he would slap our hands with a stick, and we had all laughed because who would be silly enough to hang on when they should let go?

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

He was the love of my life, but life moves on.

His being there was stirring up a lot of memories she'd have been happier to leave as sentimental sediment. Not that they weren't good memories. That was the trouble.

His mind It says survival of the fittest but His soul Revival of the idiots So good riddance, dancing

Holding on to weight (i.e. anger, bitterness, the past, hatred) will not only hold you back, but also block your blessings. You've got to let some things go to move forward.

He just can't let her go it's not the sound of her laugh or the softness of her skin that he misses the most it's the way she loved him like no one ever has the way she held him when he was hurting her the way she felt his pain like it was her own and he just wasn't ready to let all of that go yet this morning he opened his eyes and she was gone

His words were like Satin on her Skin. She just picked the lies she liked the best.

Hope can have sharp edges as it leaves you.

How can I pretend that nothing happened?

How can you sit there and let your friends diss me? Throw me and I won’t come back like a frisbee.

How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you’ve been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?

However difficult death is for us to accept, we must... how would we learn to appreciate each moment if it were not precious? If life were forever?

How We Respond to Our Mistakes Has a Profound Effect on the People in Our Lives

How would your life be different if you learned to let go of things that have already let go of you? From relationships long gone, to old grudges, to regrets, to all the 'could’ve' and 'should’ve,' to the dead friendships you still hang on to... Free yourself from the burden of a past you cannot change.

I am releasing my own demons of times gone by and seizing the opportunity to find my own corner, my own fortress, my own calm and peace. Life is not unfair.

I am not sad anymore. I am not weak or tender or quiet like you remember because the second you said those words and closed that door, I sold my soul to the part of myself I had buried in order to love you, to let you touch every inch of my rotten body, for I wanted to be touchable and not so strange. Not so sad and tender, like I’ve always been, they say, so I changed. And then your glances and words throwing knives with no return about my change of habits and ways of living, being, and I nodded and smiled, dying silently a little bit inside.

I could simply kill you now, get it over with, who would know the difference? I could easily kick you in, stove you under, for all those times, mean on gin, you rammed words into my belly. (p. 52)

I believe that sometimes, the moment you say goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while living with the memories of your loved ones. I couldn’t stop myself from hallucinating about all those things that could have happened, while you were walking away from me today. I stopped walking and turned my head, expecting for you to do the same. I stayed there, motionless, and waited – for you to turn once, to smile, or wave. But you didn’t. You just continued walking away from me, while I stayed there watching your silhouette becoming smaller, and smaller with time, until it disappeared completely. There was nothing else to wait. “What happened?” she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform. “She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.

I can only miss the true and I can only mourn the brave. Cowards make it easy to let go because you're not losing anything worth having.

I choose beauty over bitterness I choose discovery over doubt I choose freedom over fear I choose grace over grief I choose peace over panic I choose surrender over suffering I choose trust over terror I choose wisdom over warefare I choose life, light and love

I didn't know how to let you go.

I didn’t treat my girl like she was mine Yeah, I thought I didn’t need her at the time But I changed my way of thinkin’ when she left Yeah, I finally learned my lesson, but I learned it by myself

I don't have a lot of time for worry, because I accept that if I'm truly powerless to do something about the situation or change the circumstances; I have an abundance of faith that makes me know I can trust God to work it out. It's not about giving up or not caring, it's more about knowing within my spirit that not all burdens are ours to carry... and I refuse to sacrifice one day of my life over something or someone that only our Creator has the power to change.

I don’t face sadness when friends leave because friends always come back. Yet when lovers leave, it’s like death. You’ll never see them again.

I forgive you. But just because I forgive you doesn't mean I want to continue to be your friend. It doesn't even mean I respect you as a man because you are not. You are a miserably scared little boy who can't tell when to let go and when to hold on. You will never be worth my time nor my friendship.

I drift off for a while. I don't know how long, but when I open my eyes, the Oscars are still on and Alex tells me that Sid has gone and this makes me a little sad. Whatever the four of us had is over. He is my daughter's boyfriend now, and I am a father. A widower. No pot, no cigarettes, no sleeping over. They'll have to find inventive ways to conduct their business, most likely in uncomfortable places, just like the rest of them. I let him and my old ways go. We all let him go, as well as who we were before this, and now it's really just the three of us. I glance over at the girls, taking a good look at what's left.

If he only knew how she refuse to let him go even when he was gone ~

If it comes, let it; if it goes, let it still. But in any of these circumstances, do not lose thyself.

I don't like songs about wanting things. I like songs about letting go, saying goodbye.

I eventually came to understand that in harboring the anger, the bitterness and resentment towards those that had hurt me, I was giving the reins of control over to them. Forgiving was not about accepting their words and deeds. Forgiving was about letting go and moving on with my life. In doing so, I had finally set myself free.

If I blink she'll disappear," he told her. She looked at him and said,"Maybe that is the best thing for you.

If love becomes too painful, then it's time to let that love go and save yourself. You have to keep this in mind because you'll be able to find another love but not another self.