Quotes About Acceptance

If I can live with having this face, they can live with looking at it. That or they can get fucked.

Un hombre debe ser capaz de conocer sus propias limitaciones.

You know the trouble with a pretty face?" Judge was saying. "People get used to its advantages, and when it's took away, they lack the wherewithal to make a success of themselves. Nothing sadder'n a person who used to be beautiful. They have this desperate smile. Like me, it says. Like me, even though there's nothing left to like.

Oftentimes,' murmured Whirrun, 'a man's better served embracing his pain than trying to escape it. Things are smaller when you face 'em.

And so the doubts begin... Our doom draws nearer, and every man sees it. A strange thing, death. Far away, you can laugh at it, but as it comes closer it looks worse and worse. Close enough to touch, and no one laughs.

You don't pick your family, you take what you're given and you make the best of it.

A man has to bend with the breeze.' The Great Wolf's grin was wider than ever. 'You're a bastard, Clover. But you're my kind of bastard.' Stour's kind of bastard. That was where all his cleverness had got him.

One cannot eliminate unhappiness any more than one can eliminate darkness.

If you build your boat from cheese, d'you see, you can't wail at the heavens when it sinks, for cheese is known to be a poor material for boat-building.

I've made peace with myself." "Good for you. That's the hardest war of all to win." "Didn't say I won. Just stopped fighting.

The dead can forgive. The dead can be forgiven. The rest of us have better things to do.

A wise man once told me you have to be realistic.

You could not even guess at the things that I have done. Awful, evil, obscene. The telling of them alone would make you puke. They nag at me from time to time, but I tell myself I had good reasons. The years pass, the unimaginable becomes everyday, the hideous becomes tedious, the unbearable becomes routine. I push it all into the dark corners of my mind, and it's incredible, the room back there. Amazing, what one can live with.

But a man lost in the desert, as the Gurkish say, must take such water as he is offered.

The wagon's wheels squealed, the cargo rattled, the straining crew bellowed at one another. Then Koll said, quietly, "Are you my brother, then?" "Guess so. If you'll have me." "Reckon I could do worse." The lad shrugged, as if it didn't matter much either way. But Brand got the feeling it did.

There was a red stain across Gorst's eye above the flatbow bolt. But the other one rolled up towards Leo. It seemed, somehow, he still had that smile. 'Do you believe...' His voice sounded much like anyone else's, whispering. 'In redemption?' 'I don't fucking care.' 'You're young. Give it time.

Is there anything you do badly?" "Lose." She gave her sweetest smile. "I swear I'm the worst loser in the world.

Armor... is part of a state of mind... in which you admit the possibility... of being hit.

Bad news is never a surprise. Just a disappointment.

Do you think this is what Ankran would have wanted?' he muttered. 'To be dead?' said Jaud. 'I doubt it.

No podemos corregir las necedades de cada idiota, igual que no podemos corregir la marea. —

The thing about rowing, you face backward. Always looking into the past, never the future. Always seeing what you're losing, never what you've got to gain.

The world is bound to look a darker place as you slide into the grave.

She would much rather have been held but, since they were who they were, she could be drunk instead.