Quotes About Acceptance

It is good to say it out loud: 'Nothing happened.' Once more: 'Nothing happened.' Does that help at all?

Your task is to love what you don't understand.

No se analice demasiado. No se aventure a sacar conclusiones de lo que le ocurre; solo deje que ocurra.

deje que la vida le ocurra. Créame: la vida está en lo correcto, siempre.

Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue.

Do not observe yourself too much. Do not draw too hasty conclusions from what happens to you; just let it happen.

We let go of one or the other always yet again: this joyfulness and that sadness. We still do not own either of them.

I have my dead, and I have let them go, and was amazed to see them so contented, so soon at home in being dead, so cheerful, so unlike their reputation. Only you return, brush past me, loiter, try to knock against something, so that the sound reveals your presence. Oh don't take from me what I am slowly learning. I am sure you have gone astray if you are moved to homesickness for anything in this dimension.

Do not watch yourself too closely. Do not draw over-rapid conclusions from what is happening to you. Simply let it happen.

And for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me, life is right in every case.

Why should you want to exclude any anxiety, any grief, any melancholy from your life, since you do not know what it is that these conditions are accomplishing in you?

Deja que todo te suceda: la belleza y el terror. Solo sigue adelante. Ningún sentimiento es definitivo

How dear will you be to me then, you nights of affliction. Why couldn't I kneel more deeply and accept you, inconsolable sisters, or lose myself more freely in your loosened hair. We spendthrifts of sorrows. How we scan beyond them ahead into sad duration to see if perhaps they might have an end. But they are truly our winter-hardy foliage, the dark green of our life's meaning, one season of our secret year—, not only time—, but also place, settlement, shelter, soil, abode.

You are so young, so before all beginning, and I want to beg you, as much as I can, dear sir, to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves liked locked rooms and like books that are written in a very foreign tongue.

be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books written in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions for now. Perhaps then you will gradually, without noticing it, live your way into the answer

Mais si, à force de constance, nous acceptons de subir l'amour comme un dur apprentissage au lieu de nous perdre aux jeux faciles et frivoles qui permettent aux hommes de se dérober à la gravité de l'existence, - alors peut-être un insensible progrès, un certain allégement pourra venir à ceux qui suivront et longtemps encore après nous. Et ce serait beaucoup

Be happy about your growth, in which of course you can't take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind.

Do not observe yourself too much. Do not draw too hasty conclusions from what happens to you; let it simply happen to you.

Do not strive to uncover answers: they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them.

Con frecuencia es el nombre de un crimen lo que hace naufragar una vida, y no la acción individual y sin nombre, que quizá no era más que una determinada necesidad de esa vida, la cual podía aceptar aquella acción con inocencia y sin esfuerzo.

You are a young, all still lies ahead of you, and I should like to ask you, as best I can, dear Sir, to be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and to try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms, like books in a foreign tongue. Do not now strive to uncover answers; they cannot be given you because you have not been able to live them. And what matters is to live everything. Live the questions now.

Life is right, in any case.

Bodily delight is a sense experience, just like pure seeing or the pure feeling with which a lovely fruit fills the tongue; it is a great boundless experience which is given us, a knowing of the world, the fullness and the splendour of all knowing. Our acceptance of it is not bad; what is bad is that almost all men misuse and squander this experience, and apply it as a stimulus to the weary places of their life, a dissipation instead of a rallying for the heights.

Why, if this interval of being can be spent serenely in the form of a laurel, slightly darker than all other green, with tiny waves on the edges of every leaf (like the smile of a breeze)—: why then have to be human—and, escaping from fate, keep longing for fate? . . .