Joyce Meyer Quotes

There's a terrible dark joy when the only person who knows all your secrets is finally dead.

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

Dance was my escape from reality.

Letting go is freedom. When you find yourself in a useless battle, you merely walk off the battlefield.

Your sense of guilt will linger. It will always be part of you. but sharing it, allowing people to love you anyway, will do you the world of good. Secrets need an outlet if they are not to fester and become an unbearable burden.

The more you let go, the faster you will move ahead.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

We practice to liberate ourselves from a burden.

If you put on shoes that are too tight and walk out across an empty plain, you will not feel the freedom of the place unless you take off your shoes. Your shoe-constriction has you confined. At night before sleeping you take off the tight shoes, and your soul releases into a place it knows. Dreams glide deeper.

Even if you don't release it, find a scream. It's so liberating. You can do anything then. It’s like you can fly. It gives you superpowers.

The weight is off my shoulders. I don't live in the past anymore. I look forward, instead of back.

The worst has happened ... it's rather liberating.

The secret of forgiveness is not to procrastinate, but to free yourself immediately of stress by totally forgiving this instant.

As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind, I'd still be in prison.

Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned.

It does not matter what you call the gaoler so long as he has the key that will open the door of your prison! Similarly, as I have the key to release Life from its prison, it does not matter in the least what you call either the key or myself. I am not concerned about the title.

As a clown, you're letting go of all of your bullshit.

He breathed once more, holding the air in his chest, as if it were not air but something more--a sweet taste of freedom, of all cares lifted, everything over and done.

Forgetfulness is a form of freedom.

Forgiveness is first for you, the forgiver...to release you from something that will eat you alive; that will destroy your joy and your ability to love fully and openly. Do you think this man cares about the pain and torment you have gone through? If anything, he feeds on that knowledge. Don't you want to cut that off? And in doing so, you'll release him from a burden that he carries whether he knows it or not--acknowledges it or not.

When you release the wrongdoer from the wrong, you cut a malignant tumor out of your inner life. You set a prisoner free, but you discover that the real prisoner was yourself.

You are free when you gain back yourself,” Madame Wu said. “You can be as free within these walls as you could be in the whole world. And how could you be free if, however far you wander, you still carry inside yourself the constant thought of him? See where you belong in the stream of life. Let it flow through you, cool and strong. Do not dam it with your two hands, lest he break the dam and so escape you. Let him go free, and you will be free.

There's nothing so freeing as going to rehearsal and having that experience.