Quotes About Acceptance

Losing is also ours; and even forgetting/ has a shape in the permanent realm of mutation./ Things we've let go of circle; and though we are rarely a center/ of these circles: they trace around us the unbroken figure.

?stirahat. Bir kere de misafirli?i tad?yor.....Bir kere de her ?eyi kendi haline b?rakmak ve ?unu bilmek: Ne olursa iyi olur...

Be patient towards all that is unresolved in your heart and 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.

Do not observe yourself too much. Do not draw too hasty conclusions from what happens to you; just let it happen. Otherwise, you start to look accusingly (that is, morally) upon your past, which is naturally involved in everything you now encounter. But whatever part of the errors, wishes, and desires of your boyhood is working in you, that is not what you remember and condemn.

Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right, always.

Death is our friend, precisely because it brings us into absolute and passionate presence with all that is here, that is natural, that is love.

Go into yourself and test the deeps in which your life takes rise; at its source you will find the answer to the question whether you must create. Accept it, just as it sounds, without inquiring into it. Perhaps it will turn out that you are called to be an artist. Then take that destiny upon yourself and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking what reward might come from outside

Jatts, Rajputs, Gujjars, Gakhars and others—accepted Islam during the Sultanate era

To hell with being ashamed of what you liked.

I've never been more loved and appreciated than when I tried to "justify" and affirm someone's mistaken beliefs; or when I've tried to give my friends the incorrect, absurd answers they wished to hear.

and knowing now who I was and where I was and knowing too that I had no longer to run for or from the Jack's and the Emerson's and the Bledsoe's and the Norton's...but only from their confusion and impatience and refusal to recognize the beautiful absurdity of their American identity...and mine...

Here I had thought they accepted me because they felt that color made no difference, when in reality it made no difference because they didn't see either color or men Ã¢â'¬Â¦ For all they were concerned, we were so many names scribbled on fake ballots, to be used at their convenience and when not needed to be filed away. It was a joke, an absurd joke.

And my problem was that I always tried to go in everyone's way but my own. I have also been called one thing and then another while no one really wished to hear what I called myself.

I had switched from the arrogant absurdity of Norton and Emerson to that of Jack and the Brotherhood, and it all came out the same—except I now recognized my invisibility. So I'd accept it, I'd explore it, rine and heart. I'd

I had accepted the accepted attitudes and it had made life seem simple. But not anymore.

I'm an invisible man and it placed me in a hole—or showed me the hole I was in, if you will—and I reluctantly accepted the fact.

Toata viata am cautat ceva si, oriunde m-as fi indreptat, cineva incerca sa-mi spuna ce este acel ceva. Am acceptat raspunsurile fiecaruia, desi erau deseori contradictorii unele fata de altele sau chiar fata de ele insele. Am fost naiv. Ma cautam pe mine insumi si intrebam pe oricine, mai putin pe mine, intrebari la care eu, si numai eu, puteam gasi raspunsul.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time been ashamed.

I am not ashamed of my grandparents for having been slaves. I am only ashamed of myself for having at one time being ashamed.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest.

I dream of a better tomorrow, where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.

Don't waste yourself in rejection, nor bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good.

The roses under my window make no reference to former roses or better ones; they are what they are; they exist with God today. There is no time to them. There is simply the rose; it is perfect in every moment of its existence.

Truly speaking, it is not instruction, but provocation, that I can receive from another soul. What he announces, I must find true in me, or reject; and on his word, or as his second, be he who he may, I can accept nothing.