Quotes About Acceptance

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

If somebody doesn't like you, there's nothing you can do to make that person like you.

Gay life is this object out there that's waiting to be written about. A lot of people think we've exhausted all the themes of gay fiction, but we've just barely touched on them.

I have learned to read the papers calmly and not to hate the fools I read about.

He believes, but he does not believe: the impossibility of believing is the impossibility which he accepts most reluctantly, but still it is there with the other impossibilities of this world which is too full of weeping for a child to understand.

True friends are those who really know you but love you anyway.

Living the past is a dull and lonely business; looking back strains the neck muscles, causing you to bump into people not going your way.

Living in the past is a dull and lonely business looking back strains the neck muscles, causes you to bump into people not going your way.

That just goes to show, remarked Pearlie, that you must never judge a woman in a kimono or a bathing suit.

Think of the rotten time Alice would have had in Wonderland if she hadn't been broad-minded. Take it as it comes.

You can run, but what are you running from? Your life? You can't run away from your life.

You'll be old yourself someday." "I know it. That's why I hate 'em.

people liking you or not liking you is an accident and is to do with them and not you. That goes for love too, only more so.

As a physician, David had private recognition, but he craved public approval. Mrs. Roosevelt had public recognition, but she craved intimacy. Each satisfied the other's hunger for acceptance. It was a fair exchange.

You hold on to the good of a thing, the part that enriches you, and do not dwell on the sadness. It is unproductive.

Let us forget such words, and all they mean, as Hatred, Bitterness and Rancor, Greed, Intolerance, Bigotry. Let us renew our faith and pledge to Man, his right to be Himself, and free.

Listen, children: Your father is dead. From his old coats I'll make you little jackets; I'll make you little trousers From his old pants. There'll be in his pockets Things he used to put there, Keys and pennies Covered with tobacco; Dan shall have the pennies To save in his bank; Anne shall have the keys To make a pretty noise with. Life must go on, Though good men die; Anne, eat your breakfast; Dan, take your medicine; Life must go on; I forget just why.

I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on a valentine. She has more hair than she needs; In the sun 'tis a woe to me! And her voice is a string of colored beads, Or steps leading into the sea. She loves me all that she can, And her ways to my ways resign; But she was not made for any man, And she never will be all mine.

Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

Learn to love blackness while there is yet time, blackness Unpatterned, blackness without horizons.

I met the wolf alone and was devoured in peace.

And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you All through my life?—sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing—oh, worst of all things!—the same head?— And, when I feed myself, feeding you, too?

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.