Quotes About Acceptance

What I had learned from Buddhism was that I did not have to know myself analytically as much as I had to tolerate not knowing.

The more we come to terms with our own separateness, taught the Buddha, the more we can feel the connections that are already there.

One of the things I have always appreciated about the Buddhism I have known is the way it has urged me to circumvent my own expectations about what an "enlightened" response might be in any given situation.

When Jack was returning to America from his years in Thailand, he sought out an elderly Western monk and asked him if he had any advice about being back in the West. "Only one thing," said the monk. "When you're running to catch the subway and you see it leaving without you, don't panic, just remember, 'There's always another train.

We cannot find our enlightened minds while continuing to be estranged from our neurotic ones.

No matter what we do, he taught, we cannot sustain the illusion of our self-sufficiency. We are all subject to decay, old age, and death, to disappointment, loss, and disease.

Form is emptiness, the Buddhists teach, but form is also form. I would never be able to approach the emptiness of form if I continued to deny myself the experience of it.

Completion comes not from adding another piece to ourselves but from surrendering our ideas of perfection

If not exactly raging against the dying of the light, I was at least a little cross with it.

Me having the right to get married doesn't take anything away from anyone else. Rights aren't like cake: me having some doesn't mean you get less.

I know that what's done Ã¢â'¬Â¦ is done. No sense living in the past. The only way for me is forward. Always forward.

I've told you, I don't know!' bellowed the Doctor, angrily. 'I can't have an answer for everything.' Oh, that's a good one, thought Ace.

Then he asked if I didn't like things changing. And I said I wouldn't mind things changing if I became an astronaut, for example, which is one of the biggest changes you can imagine, apart from becoming a girl or dying.

You love someone, you've got to let something go.

But I don't feel sad about it. Because Mother is dead. And because Mr. Shears isn't around anymore. So I would be feeling sad about something that isn't real and doesn't exist. And that would be stupid.

I don't remember deciding to become a writer. You decide to become a dentist or a postman. For me, writing is like being gay. You finally admit that this is who you are, you come out and hope that no one runs away.

It wasn't about believing this or that, it wasn't about good and evil and right and wrong, it was about finding the strength to bear the discomfort that came with being in the world.

Maybe George was fooling himself. Maybe old people always fooled themselves, pretending that the world was going to hell because it was easier than admitting they were being left behind, that the future was pulling away from the beach and they were standing on their little island bidding it good riddance, knowing in their hearts that there was nothing left for them to do but sit around on the shingle waiting for the big disease to come out of the undergrowth.

It wasn't about believing this or that, it wasn't bout good and evil and right and wrong, it was about finding the strength to bear the discomfort that came with being in the world.

Era la presa di coscienza nauseante di essere sbarcato sul pianeta sbagliato. O nella famiglia sbagliata. O nel corpo sbagliato. La presa di coscienza di non avere altra scelta che temporeggiare fino a quando non fosse stato in grado di andarsene e costruirsi un piccolo mondo tutto suo, dove si sarebbe sentito al sicuro.

Strange to discover that describing his fears out loud was less frightening than trying not to think about them. Something about seeing your enemy out in the open. The

To be honest, I'm trying to maintain a Buddhist detachment about the whole thing to stop it taking ten years off my life.

I don't remember deciding to become a writer. You decide to become a dentist or a postman. For me, writing is like being gay. You finally admit that this is who you are, you come out and hope no one runs away.

But you reached a stage where you realized it was a waste of energy trying to change your parents' minds about anything, ever.