Quotes About Acceptance

After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished?

I dread no more the first white in my hair, Or even age itself, the easy shoe, The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair: Time, doing this to me, may alter too My anguish, into something I can bear

Tenía los ojos fijos adelante, sin mirar a nadie ni nada en particular, como quien busca respuestas dentro de sí mismo. Por fin habló, aunque fue breve: "Cagamos", declaró, y bajó la mirada.

amor arrebatado que empezaba a consumirlo. Saberse no correspondido, además de infiel, lo hacía sentirse solo. Se dijo que era mejor así. Arrancar de cuajo una planta que, de todos modos, no tenía brotes ni futuro.

Era curiosa la forma como había adoptado el dolor que sentía. Había tenido tanto tiempo para prepararme para esa noticia, que más se me iba el alma en comparar lo que sentía con mis especulaciones previas que sentir ese dolor liso y llano de haber perdido a mi amigo.

Uno no puede andar por la vida reprobando a sus rivales y disculpando a sus amigos por el solo hecho de serlo.

When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

We're all undesirable elements from somebody's point of view.

When the situation is hopeless, there's nothing to worry about.

My own ambition, my deepest and truest ambition, is to find within myself someday, somehow, the ability to do likewise, to do NOTHING - and find it enough.

One of the pleasant things about small town life is that everyone, whether rich or poor, liked or disliked, has some kind of a role and place in the community. I never felt that living in a city -- as I once did for a couple of years.

In that moment of truce, of utter surrender, when the rabbit still alive offers no resistance but only waits, is it possible that the rabbit also loves the owl?

Me, I'm living under a sword too, as Jack may have told you. An old wino's disease, which could lay me in the grave most anytime. Not that I mind too much; I've done everything I ever wanted to do. But ... as you know, one would like to continue doing the good things over and over again, so long as there's pleasure in it.

Life is too short for grief. Or regret. Or bullshit. I

All men at heart, she thought—at bottom should I say?—are really queer. The way ballplayers pat one another on the fannies, running onto the field or coming out of the huddle. The Greek quarterback and the nervous center. Queer as clams. Though of course none would have the decency or honesty or nerve to admit it.

The world is older and bigger than we are. This is a hard truth for some folks to swallow.

When you get old, you can't talk to people because people snap at you.... That's why you become deaf, so you won't be able to hear people talking to you that way.

Being different is ... interesting; there's nothing implicitly inferior or superior about it. Great difference, of course, produces natural caution; and if the differences are too extreme ... well, then, reality tends to fade away.

Death is release, if you've lived all right.

Aloneness is inevitable in being human. People cannot accept this. They should be aware of it and use it. It heightens your perceptions.

So I learned not only that your loved one may be forbidden you, given away to someone else, but also that though you love someone they may run from you, and you may open your arms but they shall not come in.

One of the least admirable things about people," said the small gentleman, "is the way they are afraid of whatever they don't understand.

Man endures pain as an undeserved punishment; woman accepts it as a natural heritage.

That's the way the cookie crumbles.