Quotes About Acceptance

Dio mio», aveva aggiunto Bunny, soffiandosi il naso. «A volte mi sembra di non poter mai vincere». «Non puoi vincere», aveva risposto Henry. «Puoi solo fare del tuo meglio».

Loss is an assault; a certain exhaustion, as strong as the pull of the moon on the tides, needs to be allowed for eventually.

She pictured a dandelion gone by, the white, almost airless pieces of her family scattered so far. The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago.

The key to contentment was to never ask why; she had learned that long ago.

This is a story about a mother who loves her daughter. Imperfectly. Because we all love imperfectly.

What am I going to do, Bob? I have no family." "You have family," Bob said. "You have a wife who hates you. Kids who are furious with you. A brother and sister who make you insane. And a nephew who used to be kind of a drip but apparently is not so much of a drip now. That's called family.

Er was iets aan haar wat ten diepste -bijna wezenlijk- in harmonie was met zichzelf, zoals iemand is, denk ik, wanneer allebei zijn ouders van hem hebben gehouden.

I thought of how my life had become so different from what I had ever imagined for myself during these—my last—years.

I stood for a moment, watching them drive away. I thought how different they—and their lives—had become from what I had expected. And I thought: It is their life, they can do what they want, or need to do.

It was to be taken seriously, Olive saw this. All love was to be taken seriously, including her own brief love for her doctor. But Betty had kept this love close to her heart for years and years; she had needed it that much. Olive finally said, leaning forward in her chair, "Here's what I think, young lady. I think you're doin' excellent." Then she sat back. What a thing love was. Olive felt it for Betty, even with that bumper sticker on her truck.

after a certain point in a marriage, you stopped having a certain kind of fight, Olive thought, because when the years behind you were more than the years in front of you, things were different.

when they both asked me "Is he going to be okay?" I said he would most certainly be okay. I emphasized this, because I did not know myself—except what choice did he have, what choice do most of us have, except to be okay?

It has been said that the second year of widowhood is worse than the first—the idea being, I think, that the shock has worn off and now one has to simply live with the loss, and I had been finding that to be

praise seems unable to enter me.

Pete's death. It felt to me as though my entire childhood had died. You might think—I would have thought—that I wanted every part of my childhood gone. But I did

I think there is no perfect way to live

Ed era troppo tardi. Nessuno vuole mai credere che sia troppo tardi, ma lo sta sempre diventando. E poi lo è.

He understood that he was a seventy-four-year-old man who looks back at life and marvels that it unfolded as it did, who feels unbearable regret for all the mistakes made.

we all love imperfectly.

Bob was not a young man, and he knew about loss. He knew the quiet that arrived, the blinding force of panic, and he knew too that each loss brought with it some odd, barely acknowledged sense of release.

As has often been the case with me, I began to dread this in advance... But early on I saw this: You are wasting time by suffering twice. I mention this only to show how many things the mind cannot will itself to do, even if it wants to.

Cindy looked up at this woman before her; she saw in her eyes a distinct light. "I can call you Olive. Hello, Olive." Cindy looked around and said, "Here, pull up that chair.

am in mourning for my life." It took me a moment. We were

People live with things," Bernie said. "They do. I am always amazed at what people live with.