surrender

Surrender your pain, look within and see your perfect and divine self.

The healing that comes with self-acceptance rippled through my life. As I embraced my carefree nature, I began living from my truth, and watched as the pure expression of who I am and the love I bring to the world illuminated my life.

Something ancient in us bends us toward the origins of the whole thing. We either drown in the splits and confusions of our lives, or we surrender to something greater than ourselves. The water of our deepest troubles is also the water of our own solution. In surrender, we descend down to the bottom of it and back to the beginning of it; down into what is divided in order to get back to the wholeness before the split. Healing, health, wealth, wholeness: all hail from the same roots. To heal is to make whole again; wholeness is what all healing seeks and what alone can truly unify our spirit.

...to be lost is to be fully present, and to be fully present is to be capable of being in uncertainty and mystery. And one does not get lost but loses oneself, with the implication that it is a conscious choice, a chosen surrender...

I have a request to make,my lord."He held her gaze; she could see him trying to decide what she might ask, but eventually he surrendered."And that is?""Take me to your bed.

It is easy to identify a shallow person by the attention he gives to what will do him absolutely no good.

Discouragement is the cancer of great things.

If the Emperor had not delivered his [15 August 1945] address urging the Japanese people to lay down their swords__f that speech had been a call instead for the Honorable Death of the Hundred Million__hose people on that street in S_shigaya probably would have done what they were told and died. And probably I would have done likewise. The Japanese see self-assertion as immoral and self-sacrifice as the sensible course to take in life. We were accustomed to this teaching and had never thought to question it.

Miracles can only inhabit the reality of our awareness when we surrender our need for the familiar to our desire for the limitless.

We rise up And we fall downOnly to rise again

A part of me genuinely wanted to be the worst because I was so sick of everyone fighting to be the best.

Surrender is a choice, it is never a calling.

Without unreservedly surrendering myself to God, whatever place I might raise myself to remains nothing more than a step or possibly two off the hard basement floor of life, for of myself I can be utterly assured that I will never step out of the basement.

The most critical time in any battle is not when I__ fatigued, it__ when I no longer care.

Failure generates its own majesty. Defeat becomes a panoptic stain on the soul; it creates its own all-embracing pathos. Reverses engulf us in fleshy feelings of self-pity, sorrow, and apathy. Resounding setbacks might even be subtlety attractive because it means we can give up trying. It is tempting to accept defeat, surrender to our insecurities, and admit that because of failing to accomplish one particular goal that the best part of our life was wasted. Cynically writing ourselves off as a failure, we are free to capitulate to the emptiness of our lives.

To heal, you have to give yourself to the pain. You cannot avoid facing yourself your whole life.

The truth only comes if you are willing to face some really unpleasant things about yourself.

Act as though everything will be perfectly fine _ because it will. Life has you and it's not letting you go.