Quotes About Acceptance

Mi basterà, stai sicura, questa indifferenza, per aver coraggio, non già davanti a un uomo, che è nulla; ma davanti a tutti e sempre. Vivo in tal clima, cara che posso non curarmi di niente; della morte come della vita, figurati poi del ridicolo degli uomini e dei loro meschini giudizio. Non temere. Ho capito il giuoco.

Maalesef, ben var?m ve siz de vars?n?z. Maalesef.

Ti compiango! Ma tu devi far la tua parte, com'io la mia. Il giuoco è questo. L'ha capito finanche lei! Ciascuno la sua, fino all'ultimo; e stai pur sicuro che dal mio perno io non mi muovo, avvenga che può. Mi vedo e vi vedo giocare, e mi diverto. Basta.

se un rosignolo dà via le penne della coda, può dire: mi resta il dono del canto; ma se le fate dar via a un pavone, le penne della coda, che gli resta?

When you died, you died in small doses. You had trouble speaking. You forgot who was beside you. You were suddenly furious and in a panic of outrage. You wished you could be saintly. You wished you weren't so weak. You suddenly felt better and fooled yourself into believing that a miracle was about to happen. Well, wasn't that all a dirty rotten thing to pull on somebody.

Big Angel could not reconcile himself to this dirty deal they had all been dealt. Death. What a ridiculous practical joke. Every old person gets the punch line that the kids are too blind to see. All the striving, lusting, dreaming, suffering, working, hoping, yearning, mourning, suddenly revealed itself to be an accelerating countdown to nightfall. ....This is the prize: to realize, at the end, that every minute was worth fighting for with every ounce of blood and fire.

Why was he thinking about work? About the past? It was over. It was all over. He was never going to work again. "This second," his father liked to tell him, "just became the past. As soon as you noticed it, it was already gone. Too bad for you, Son. It's lost forever.

Only love can abjure power. Only love is strong enough to accept the weakness of not having power. Only love can outbid the offer of control made by evil.

When you talk about love, and family, invariably too you are talking about compassion. This would include the notion that we are all just lumped together, and tolerance is a virtue.

I try to tell myself I must accept certain private inevitabilities. I will live a life of continual deep fatigue, for example. I will carry in me, like a poison, like a virus, rancor for most things, and while this condition will not improve, nonetheless I will learn to live with my rancor as if it were a minor irritation. There will be many achievable things that I will not do and then there will come a time when I realize they are no longer even achievable.

Like all junkies, I guess I'd thought for a long time that my environment was the problem. My situation. The people I knew.

Nobody gets to pick what life gives them

People can't help the way they look, just the way they act.

To become accepted by the bulk of humanity, spirituality must be "cleansed" of magic, thereby turning it into religion. The original ritualistic elements that are designed to liberate the individual from his cultural trance are labeled as "immoral" or "primitive.

People who deny the existence of dragons are often eaten by dragons. From within.")

There will always be people who are better off or who get good jobs or who marry well- whatever that means. We should be happy with what we've got.

Don't let happiness slip through your fingers because of old angers and mistakes.

I am someone who can look at certain things without flinching. Certain dead people. Particular dead people. But I cannot look at the creatures.

Ignorance was a comfortable nest to linger in, in the right sort of circumstances.

I am not a gentle man," Richard said, against her mouth. "Uh-huh," she said as he lifted her in his arms. "Nor am I a practiced lover," he said as he carried her across the room. "Nobody's perfect," she managed as he lowered her to the bed. "But I do love you," he said as he stretched out next to her and leaned over her. "And I will give you the best that I have.

Regret and guilt are useless emotions that hold ye in a past that's already gone . . .

We're human. We have emotions and those are sticky and confusing and rarely logical so we do stupid things.' She shrugged, and turned off the car. 'Welcome to the human race. You'll make many more mistakes before your life is done. Accept it, deal with it, and move on.

Love is love and shouldn't upset anyone. So what else are they thinking about when they get upset at your partner preferences?" she asked reasonably, and then answered the question herself. "Their minds are in your pants and on what you do. And while they're welcome to bury their brain in their own pants, they have no business in yours.

Regret and guilt are useless emotions that hold ye in a past that's already gone . . . and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that allowing yerself to be dragged down by the past helps no one. It jest keeps ye from ha'ing both feet in the present where ye should be.