Quotes About Acceptance

I still remember him fondly, there in the doorway. He was absolutely the first person to show me how comfortable it is to arrive in a strange, potentially hostile environment, and discover that you have been preceded by your reputation, that you don't have to do anything to be accepted, that your name is known, that everyone knows about you, and it's the others, the strangers, who must strive to win your favor, and not you theirs.

Il futuro - pensai - sarà tutto così, la vita viva insieme all'odore umido della terra dei morti, l'attenzione insieme alla disattenzione, i balzi entusiastici del cuore insieme ai bruschi cali di significato. Ma non sarà peggio del passato.

Fisicamente sei bella" sottolineò Ida, "hai solo un poco di bruttezza dovuta alle preoccupazioni". Angela disse baciandomi: "Succede anche a me: quando mi preoccupo imbruttisco, ma poi passa

maybe, in the face of abandonment, we are all the same; maybe not even a very orderly mind can endure the discovery of not being loved.

There was something unbearable in the things, in the people, in the buildings, in the streets that, only if you reinvented it all, as in a game, became acceptable. The essential, however, was to know how to play, and she and I, only she and I, knew how to do it.

Dios ciega al que quiere perder.

Quisiera no tener memoria o convertirme en el piadoso polvo para escapar a la condena de mirarme.

Deshacerse de sí mismo es lo más difícil del mundo, a menos de tener vocación de suicida. ¿Habría posibilidad de llegar a otra Bárbara que no le pesara tanto ni le provocara ese dolor?

Mentally damaged people need more room than the normal sort, they can't be put off with excuses, and they need at least as much space to run around in as a medium-sized sheep dog.

she must wait, till someone takes her, but afterwards, and then let herself be taken, but only afterwards. because if, like you, she lets herself be taken before, then she can count herself lucky afterwards, if anyone takes her at all.

Cure dismisses resilience, survival, the spider web of fractures, cracks and seams. Its promises hold power precisely because none of us want to be broken. But I'm curious: what might happen if we were to accept, claim, embrace our brokenness?

El mundo se marcha sin muchas lamentaciones. Luego vas tú.

He who is obsessed by death is made guilty by it.

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.

I forgave him for a lot when he said that. I forgave him for almost everything.

but I couldn't see him or talk to him because he didn't love me. I couldn't be with him for one minute, not even for the weird leftover hours that nobody else wanted, like from one to three a.m. on a Wednesday." "'In Turkey? You wouldn't have a nervous breakdown. You'd give them a nervous breakdown.' I forgave him for a lot when he said that. I forgave him for almost everything.

I'm still a little bent, a little crooked, but all things considered, I can't complain.

Truly tolerant people are hard to offend.

So many fear death—spending their precious waking hours discussing it—while failing to notice that deep sleep is no different. It's as if they don't hear Mother Nature telling them not to worry every day.

No artist is ever happy with all the work they produce, so why should their critics be? Let artists be revered for their best works of art—even if it happens but once in a lifetime—and forget about the rest. All too often art is a wondrous accident, and it is folly to seek genius in its maker.

Skin color or the shape of one's nose cannot be the criteria upon which individuals are judged. Black is not beautiful; it's racist. Being African-American, conscious of your culture, fascinated by your history, this is beautiful—and really has nothing to do with putting a color chart next to your face.

in regards to his mom and her new boyfriend] At least they never do it while I'm in the house, because that would make me quite literally barf my lentils.

First they ignore you, then they say you're mad, then dangerous, then there's a pause and then you can't find anyone who disagrees with you.

Grief does not expire like a candle or the beacon on a lighthouse. It simply changes temperature.