Quotes About Acceptance

Where the myth fails, human love begins. Then we love a human being, not our dream, but a human being with flaws.

There is a resemblance between men and women, not a contrast. When a man begins to recognize his feeling, the two unite. When men accept the sensitive side of themselves, they come alive.

When I first met him, he did not care if a friend did not fit into his world, because at that time his world had not been born yet.

It is right that you should read according to your temperament, occupations, hobbies, and vocations. But it is a sign of great inner insecurity to be hostile to the unfamiliar, unwilling to explore the unfamiliar. In science, we respect the research worker. In literature, we should not always read the books blessed by the majority.

I weep because you cannot save people. You can only love them. You can't transform them, you can only console them.

You can't save people, you can only love them.

Will I really be able to accept my mental loneliness?

I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

Because I am a woman who understands, I am asked to understand everything, to accept everything.

He has made me lucid and sane, and I am suffering cruelly from the loss of my imaginary life.

I don't know, but it is a me that is absolutely trusting, naif, child-like, and that me accepts all the stories, all the lies, all the treachery.

Psychoanalysis did save me because it allowed the birth of the real me, a most dangerous and painful one for a woman, filled with dangers; for no one has ever loved an adventurous woman as they have loved adventurous men.

Night. The stars and the moon impassive, undisturbed, eternal. A little of their impassivity flows into me. They are consoling. They reduce the intensity and acuteness of human sorrow. I feel less strangled, less oppressed. I transfer to the moon and the stars some of the trust in God I once had, and realize that serenity comes from an acceptance of death. Man's life span is short. There is an end to pain.

Malraux says art is our rebellion against man's fate. La condition humaine is what I have never accepted. That is why I tried to create my own world.

Cuando miro tu rostro, quisiera dejarme llevar y compartir tu locura, que llevo dentro de mí como un secreto y no puedo seguir disimulando. Siento una aguda y pavorosa alegría. Es la alegría que se siente cuando se ha aceptado la muerte y la desintegración, una alegría más terrible y más profunda que la alegría de vivir, de crear

I do not hold on now. I live openly, ready for the pain, the separations and losses. I am not holding on. Open and free, sad at moments, but knowing the deep joys are worth all that follows. Deep joys. One must be willing to suffer, to surrender.

There must be a publisher for everybody apparently.

I have no fear of your femaleness.

It is to nature I want to return, it is my nature I want to accept.

My friends—a Spanish painter, a guitarist, the tenor who has been staying with Joaquin, a poet, a homosexual, a Roumanian painter, an American composer, etc. etc.—they are all pained, injured, that I should defend Lawrence. Una mujer tan ideal, que lastima!

I always try to soften what happened by understanding.

The precondition, then, of the creative personality is not only acceptance, but its actual glorification of itself.

hayat bir olma sürecidir, içinden geçmemiz gereken süreçlerin bir kombinasyonudur. insanlar?n burada baÅŸar?s?z olduklar? nokta; bir durum, kendilerine bir hal seçip orada kalmak istemeleridir. bu bir nevi ölümdür.

The only abnormality is the incapacity to love.