As our lives speed up more and more, so do our children's. We forget and thus they forget that there is nothing more important than the present moment. We forget and thus they forget to relax, to find spiritual solitude, to let go of the past, to quiet ambition, to fully enjoy the eating of a strawberry, the scent of a rose, the touch of a hand on a cheek...
See, when you drive home today, you've got a big windshield on the front of your car. And you've got a little bitty rearview mirror. And the reason the windshield is so large and the rearview mirror is so small is because what's happened in your past is not near as important as what's in your future.
Forgiveness is a gift to yourself. It frees you from the past, past experiences, and past relationships. It allows you to live in the present time. When you forgive yourself and forgive others, you are indeed free.
I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead.
The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.
Life is too short for long-term grudges.
Letting go gives us freedom, and freedom is the only condition for happiness. If, in our heart, we still cling to anything - anger, anxiety, or possessions - we cannot be free.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
I have discovered, passionate grief does not link us with the dead but cuts us off from them. This becomes clearer and clearer. It is just at those moments when I feel least sorrow - getting into my morning bath is usually one of them - that H. rushes upon my mind in her full reality, her otherness. Not, as in my worst moments, all foreshortened and patheticized and solemnized by my miseries, but as she is in her own right. This is good and tonic.
Forgive your enemies, but never forget their names.
This was freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
In the end, I'd loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.
True happiness is born of letting go of what is unnecessary.
It is not impermanence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permanent when they are not.
You can never lose anything that really belongs to you, and you can't keep that which belongs to someone else.
I could give all to Time except--except What I myself have held.
Never go back to a place where you have been happy. Until you do it remains alive for you. If you go back it will be destroyed.
Put personal ambition away from you, and then you will find consolation in living or in dying, whatever may happen to you.
The desire to be loved is the last illusion. Give it up and you will be free.
What is past is past. You can do nothing about yesterday and last month and the failures of last year, but you can do everything toward making tomorrow and the rest of your life what you always dreamed it could be.
We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us.
I regret nothing. There have been things I missed, but I ask no questions, because I have loved it, such as it has been, even the moments of emptiness, even the unanswered-and that I loved it, that is the unanswered in my life.
Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
