I got this idea about being afraid to let go of something and being afraid of sinking into a state of almost anesthesia, where you have to trust other people. Just the paranoia of it all. And it seemed to suit the frenetic track. So I just wrote it out and, you know, said it.
When we forgive evil we do not excuse it, we do not tolerate it, we do not smother it. We look the evil full in the face, call it what it is, let its horror shock and stun and enrage us, and only then do we forgive it.
The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go.
No one teaches you how to do this. How do you let go of someone who you love so much?
As far as I can tell, it's just about letting the universe know what you want and then working toward it while letting go of how it comes to pass.
I think of the trees and how simply they let go, let fall the riches of a season, how without grief (it seems) they can let go and go deep into their roots for renewal and sleep. . . . Imitate the trees. Learn to lose in order to recover, and remember that nothing stays the same for long, not even pain, psychic pain. Sit it out. Let it all pass. Let it go.
The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.
People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.
To step into tomorrow's possibilities you must let go of yesterday's realities. Be careful of your choices between what was, is and will be. It is very hard to fully step into your destiny while you are still holding on to your history.
Principles focusing on equality and fairness, those are principles that we can't let go of.
Decide what your currency is early. Let go of what you will never have. People who do this are happier and sexier.
Yeah, when you're making a film, the book is a good tool, but once you have the script and you're making a movie, you have to let go of the book.
We need a repeated discipline, a genuine training, in order to let go of our old habits of mind and to find and sustain a new way of seeing.
She'd been criticized for holding the reins of parenthood too tightly, of controlling her children too completely, but she didn't know how to let go. From the moment she'd first decided to become a mother, it had been an epic battle.
If you let go of fart jokes, you've let go of a piece of humanity.
I don't let go of concepts -I meet them with understanding. Then they let go of me.
I am obsessed by the idea of silence. I went through an entire library studying art, artists and their critics, philosophers, too, on the meaning and significance of the color white. I dreamed of white birds and white bears. I thought about the white pages of my mother's journals. I became enthralled with John Cage and his work, 4'33”, his masterpiece of ambient sound. Rauschenberg, too. And then at some point I let go. What sticks to the soul is what gets placed on the page. Maybe that's the unknown part, the mystery, the power of the empty page.
Forgive all who have offended you, not for them, but for yourself.
I am interested in the confines of the page and busting throughoff the page as well. A writer must let go of the line when writing prose poems, which brings its own pleasures.
Letting go is the hardest part. . . but you have to look at it through their eyes and realize the pain you caused them is that same pain you feel now.