“Because this time he's holding my hand and not letting go. And I'm not letting go either.”

“Hold my hand. Don't let go.”

“Does anybody know how to hold my heartHow to hold my heart?'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go too soonI want to tell you so before the sun goes darkHow to hold my heart'Cause I don't want to let go, let go, let go of you”

“When words can't make it better, hold my hand and don't let go.”

“Humbly let go. Let go of trying to do, let go of trying to control, let go of my own way, let go of my own fears. Let God blow His wind, His trials, oxygen for joy's fire. Leave the hand open and be. Be at peace. Bend the knee and be small and let God give what God chooses to give because He only gives love and whisper a surprised thanks. This is the fuel for joy's flame. Fullness of joy is discovered only in the emptying of will. And I can empty. I can empty because counting His graces has awakened me to how He cherishes me, holds me, passionately values me. I can empty because I am full of His love. I can trust.”

“Let go," he advised me, and I loosened my grip on his hands. "No, not of me," he said, smiling. "You can hold on to me as long as you want. Let go of the pain, Sookie. Let go. You need to drift away."It was the first time I had relinquished my will to someone else. As I looked at him, it became easy, and I retreated from the suffering and uncertainty of this strange place.”