Quotes About Acceptance

What cannot be repaired is not to be regretted.

If one was to think constantly of death, the business of life would stand still.

We have less reason to be surprised or offended when we find others differ from us in opinions because we very often differ from ourselves.

If the changes that we fear be thus irresistible, what remains but to acquiesce with silence, as in the other insurmountable distresses of humanity? It remains that we retard what we cannot repel, that we palliate what we cannot cure. Life may be lengthened by care, though death cannot be ultimately defeated: tongues, like governments, have a natural tendency to degeneration; we have long preserved our constitution, let us make some struggles for our language.

Reason by degrees submits to absurdity, as the eye in time is accommodated to darkness.

ACCEPTATION  (ACCEPTA'TION)   n.s.[from accept.]1. Reception, whether good or bad. This large sense seems now wholly out of use.

When a man knows he is to be hanged in the morning, it concentrates his mind wonderfully.

If we will have the kindness of others, we must endure their follies

ACCIPIENT  (ACCI'PIENT)   n.s.[accipiens, Lat.] A receiver, perhaps sometimes used for recipient.Dict.

I am not apt to run into grave declamations against the times:

La sciagurata ha troppi difetti di suo per tollerarne di simili in chiunque altro.

Swans sing before they die— 't were no bad thing Should certain persons die before they sing.

I hate my life.' I want to say, I know. I kind of hate mine, too. But I don't think you're allowed to say that to your children. You're supposed to protect them from realizing how excruciating things can get and that you have no control.

Our perfection lies in our imperfection.

Grief was an illness with me. Unfortunately it's incurable. I've just learned to live with it.

She hadn't been taught to have prejudices, so she didn't.

I had learned that every circumstance in life doesn't have to end happily for the Lord to provide a happy ending.

When it's raining pudding, hold up your bowl.

Will was dead, but Missouri Ann was going to have a baby. Birth and death were God's way, she told herself. Joy and sorrow were joined together.

Somehow Messies have a hard time coming to the realization that some jobs we must do are unpleasant and tiring. It is difficult for us to accept that giving away stuff will hurt us, but that it is okay to be hurt. Optimistically, like children, we feel that if a job is hard, we really can't be expected to do it.

Love and a sense of calmness are the only things you need to bring to the experience of death.

She expected people to accept her for who she was. But she never really accepted herself.

He didn't want his children to be angry and black, but black and well prepared.

There were others like her. Of course there were. How had she ever thought there would not be?