Quotes About Acceptance

I don't want any Halloween parties here tomorrow. Don't want anyone saying anything sweet about me; I said it all in my time and my pride. I've tasted every victual and danced every dance; now there's one last tart I haven't bit on, one tune I haven't whistled. But I'm not afraid. I'm truly curious. Death won't get a crumb by my mouth I won't keep and savor. So don't you worry over me. Now, all of you go, and let me find my sleep...

Ha muerto. El corazón. —Lo lamento. —¿Cómo se siente? —Hathaway no quería que nos sintiéramos mal. Nos dijo que esto ocurriría en cualquier momento, y no quería que lloráramos. No nos enseñó a llorar. No quería que supiéramos hacerlo. Según él, nada peor puede ocurrirle a un hombre que saber cómo estar solo, y cómo estar triste, y ponerse a llorar.

This was all he wanted now. Some sign that the immense world would accept him and give him the long time he needed to think all the things that must be thought.

You just won't admit you like crying, too. You cry just so long and everything's fine. And there's your happy ending. And you're ready to go back out and walk around with folks again. And it's the start of gosh-knows-what-all! Any time now, Mr. Forrester will think it over and see it's just the only way and have a good cry and then look around and see it's morning again, even though it's five in the afternoon.

But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their own time

No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now. Time hypnotizes.

We're all fools," said Clemens, "all the time. It's just we're a different kind each day. We think, I'm not a fool today. I've learned my lesson. I was a fool yesterday but not this morning. Then tomorrow we find out that, yes, we were a fool today too. I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we're not perfect and live accordingly.

I'm not surprised at anything any more, said the old man. I'm just looking. I'm just experiencing. If you can't take Mars for what she is, you might as well go back to Earth.

Anything that's strange is no good to the average American.

She laid a hand on his face. "Son," she said. "We love you. We all love you. No matter how different you are, no matter if you leave us one day." She kissed his cheek. "And if and when you die your bones will lie undisturbed, we'll see to that, you'll lie at ease forever, and I'll come see you every All Hallows' Eve and tuck you in more secure.

Jeff Spender

you cannot love someone unless you put up with him

Pois este é um mundo louco e ficará mais louco se permitirmos que as minorias — sejam elas de anões ou gigantes, orangotangos ou golfinhos, adeptos de ogivas nucleares ou de conversações aquáticas, pró-computarologistas ou neo-ludditas, débeis mentais ou sábios — interfiram na estética.

Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

You can't hold onto the past. No matter how hard you try to be what you once were, you can only be what you are here and now.

I'm numb, he thought. When did the numbness really begin in my face? In my body? ...The numbness will go away, he thought. It'll take time, but I'll do it, or Faber will do it for me. Someone somewhere will give me back the old face and the old hands the way they were.

Non è che ognuno nasca libero e uguale, come dice la Costituzione, ma ognuno vien fatto uguale. Ogni essere umano è a immagine e somiglianza di ogni altro; dopo di che tutti son felici, perché non ci sono montagne che ci scoraggino con la loro altezza da superare, non montagne sullo sfondo delle quali si debba misurare la nostra statura! Ecco perché un libro è un fucile carico, nella casa del tuo vicino.

Of course it was. We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other; then all are happy, for there are no mountains to make them cower, to judge themselves against.

suffering," he said, "is mortality itself, which is the prime condition of life.

Trebuie s? fim dispu?i s? renun??m la via?a pe care ne-am planificat-o, pentru a o putea tr?i pe cea care ne a?teapt?.

Resignation, not mystic, not detached, but resignation open-eyed, conscious, and informed by love, is the only one of our feelings for which it is impossible to become a sham.

I must live until I die, mustn't I?

One must not make too much of anything in life, good or bad.

I can't afford to despise anything. An absurdity may be the starting-point of the most dangerous complications.