Aesop Quotes

He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

So how can you lose what you've never owned?

I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.

In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.

It's impossible to compete with the dead. I wished I could stop trying.

When one's head is gone one doesn't weep for one's hair!

You don't have to move on to let go.

Everything we love goes. So to be able to grieve that loss, to let go, to have that grief be absolutely full, is the only way to have our heart be full and open.

In this abundant earth no doubt Is little room for things worn out: Disdain them, break them, throw them by! And if before the days grew rough We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough, I think, we've far'd, my heart and I.

Because in the end, and no matter how hard it is, acceptance helps people move on with the rest of their lives.

It isn't up to me to break his heart; that's time's job.

Don’t waste another day of your life grieving over something that you cannot do anything about. Let God give you a new beginning. Your mistakes are not enough to stop God if you don’t let them.

Whatever life takes away from you, let it go.

Forgiving the past means remembering the love there, and releasing all the rest as the illusion that it really was.

So goodbye, I'll be leaving, I see no sense in this crying and grieving. We'll both live a lot longer, if you live without me.

It's not hard to own something. Or everything. You just have to know that it's yours, and then be willing to let it go.

Never say about anything, "I have lost it," but only "I have given it back." Is your child dead? It has been given back. Is your wife dead? She has been returned.

Leave other people's mistakes where they lie.

Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.

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.

There is something truly restorative, finally comforting, in coming to the end of an illusion - a false hope.

It takes a lot of strength to let go.

I have often observed that resignation is never so perfect as when the blessing denied begins to lose somewhat of its value in our eyes.