Quotes About Acceptance

Unfortunately, this original Christian vision of universal equality and freedom was soon obscured by Christians themselves. What happened, to cut a long story short, is that Christians almost from the beginning lacked the spiritual enlightenment and will of character to break with the existing social systems. Instead of reaffirming people's new freedom in Christ, they gradually fell back into an acceptance of the pagan world views of their own culture.

His mother regarded her life patiently, as if it were a long moment that she had to endure.

Within a month he knew that his marriage was a failure; within a year he stopped hoping that it would improve.

So we are of the world, after all; we should have known that. We did know it, I believe; but we had to withdraw a little, pretend a little, so that we could—

Annesi, hayat?n? sab?rla kabullenmiÅŸti, katlanmak zorunda olduÄŸu uzun bir anm??ças?na.

And the consciousness of his inadequacy distressed him so greatly that the sense of it grew habitual, as much a part of him as the stoop of his shoulders.

I have come to understand Terentia, I believe. In her own way, she might have been wiser than any of us. I do not know what has become of her. What does become of people who slip quietly out of your life?

One does not deceive oneself about the consequences of one's acts; one deceives oneself about the ease with which one can live with those consequences.

What does become of people who slip quietly out of your life?

My eyesight is not nearly as good. My hearing is probably going away. My memory is slipping too. But I'm still around.

Things turn out best for people who make the best of the way things turn out.

It seemed to me an odd view to take - rather as if one should protest that one didn't LIKE the idea of dying or being born. I preferred the notion of finding out first how it would be, and then doing what one could about the parts of it one disliked most.

They persisted in the face of discouragement until they gained the kind of acceptance accorded to the inevitable.

I'm not bigoted enough to twist facts to suit what I've been taught.

In my experience,' he told me, 'if you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either. Now, running to a thing, that's a different matter, but what would you want to run to?

he belonged. We did not, and because we did not, we had no positive—we were condemned to negatives, to not revealing ourselves, to not speaking when we would, to not using what we knew, to not being found out—to a life of perpetual deception, concealment, and lying.

In my experience,' he told me, 'if you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either.

If you run away from a thing just because you don't like it, you don't like what you find either.

Why should they be afraid of us? We aren't hurting them,' she broke in. "I'm not sure that I know why,' I told her. 'But they are. It's a feel-thing not a think-thing. And the more stupid they are, the more like everyone else they think everyone ought to be. And once they get afraid they become cruel and want to hurt people who are different –

When you get old....you become invisible. It's just the truth. And yet it's freeing in a way.

She thought then about Henry, the kindness in his eyes as a young man, and the kindness still there when he was blind from his stroke, the pleasant expression on his face as he sat in that wheelchair, staring. She thought about Jack, his sly smile, and she thought about Christopher. She had been lucky, she supposed. She had been loved by two men, and that had been a lucky thing; without luck, why would they have loved her? But they had. And her son seemed to have come around.

people may not understand that my mother could never say the words I love you. I feel that people may not understand: It was all right.

They met middle-age together-a time when women are necessary to one another-and all the petty but grievous insults of greying hair, crowsfeet, and the loathed encumbrances of unwanted flesh, seemed less sordid when faced and fought (though fought spasmodically and with weak wills) gaily together.

Kate refused to go to bed - for if she slept, she would have to wake up, she said, and that she could not bear to do-to face afresh the grief she was as yet so little used to.