Quotes About Acceptance

Breasts and bosoms I have known Of varied shapes and sizes From poignant disappointments To jubilant surprises.

There is nothing wrong with anything; there is nothing wrong with anybody.

She knows very well that the way to find happiness in this world is not to hate your life but to somehow learn how to accept your life. Take pride in your work, whatever it is. Derive whatever pleasure you can from whatever surrounds you—the sky, the people you like, the light falling on the brick wall.

You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.

Wisdom. . .is knowing what you have to accept.

One thing I have learned hard, if indeed I have learned it now: it is a reduction of our humanity to hide from pain, our own or others'. To hide from anything. That was Marian's text. Be open, be available, be exposed, be skinless. Skinless? Dance around in your bones.

After all, what are any of us after but the conviction of belonging?

We must be reconciled, for what we left behind us can never be ours again.

Wisdom is knowing what you can accept.

There is some history that I want not to have happened. I resist the consequences of being Nemesis.

When you marry into a Mormon family you marry tribes and nations.

It would be easy to call it quits. Occasionally I have these moments, not often. There is nothing to do but sit still until they pass. Tantrums and passions I don't need, endurance is what I need. I have found that it is even possible to take a certain pleasure out of submission to necessity. That have I borne, this can I bear also.

Yet now, having held in grief and resentment, and evaded thinking too much about the episode that changed my life with the finality of an axe, here I am exalted by having made use of it, by having spilled my guts in public. We are strange creatures, and writers are stranger creatures than most.

He says that when asked if he feels like an old man he replies that he does not, he feels like a young man WITH SOMETHING THE MATTER WITH HIM.

within yourself, you became a grave for her as you were a grave for Chet, and you carried your dead unquietly within you. —

Is it compulsory to be one of the immortals? We're all decent godless people, Hallie. Let's not be too hard on each other if we don't set the world afire. There's already been enough of that.

I must accept the justice of death and the injustice of more "life"; I had no right to remain a single hour.

Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.

Gubbinal" That strange flower, the sun, Is just what you say. Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad. That tuft of jungle feathers, That animal eye, Is just what you say. That savage of fire, That seed, Have it your way. The world is ugly, And the people are sad.

After the final no there comes a yes.

The truth is that there comes a time When we can mourn no more over music That is so much motionless sound

The imperfect is our paradise.

Perhaps if she were to live with a homey type of family they could introduce her to "the right sort of people.

Most people would learn from their mistakes if they weren't so busy denying that they made them.