Quotes About Acceptance

Sadly, we can't eliminate bigotry. But that doesn't mean we have to tolerate it, much less give it a platform on which to thrive.

In Europe, the big word is tolerance. You tolerate everything.

Cities tolerate crazy people. Companies don't.

No one much wants to be belittled, but we tolerate slurs surprisingly often for ourselves; for our lionised children, we demand freedom from insult.

We're all different, and we have to accept and tolerate each other's characteristics.

We are fortunate to employ a wealth of diverse individuals throughout our family of companies, all of whom are important to us - the only criteria on which they are judged is the quality of their job performance; we do not tolerate discrimination in any form.

The self-proclaimed Islamic State cannot tolerate diversity, which is why we must celebrate it.

My parents tolerated me reading comics because they knew I was also reading 'proper' books, too.

I always admired the tolerance of my family - you know, that they tolerated my dissension for the family consensus.

It is fun to play someone who likes everyone and is liked by most people, or is at least tolerated.

If tolerance is the best we can do in this moment, then by all means let's be tolerant. But by stopping there, by merely tolerating each other, we miss so much.

It's just really important that we start celebrating our differences. Let's start tolerating first, but then we need to celebrate our differences.

Whatever differences we have, tolerating others' opinions is a prerequisite to a functioning and free society.

Life will take its toll on all of us. We get injured, we get old. It's really sad to try to run away from these harsh realities of life. Looks are not everything. I am not going to look beautiful all the time.

I spent so many years being repeatedly rejected and told I wasn't good enough. It took a huge toll on my self-esteem until I realized I am more than my body and that, actually, our beauty comes from diversity.

We can't change what is coming. Something is always coming.

Time and quiet, everyone counseled, would help. Best not to mention it. Best not to dwell on it, his mother had said. It was a terrible accident. It must have been hot. Windows were open at the time. And time would heal. Somethings were better left unsaid.

And one day I got it. I lifted my head from the child's chest I was listening to and realized, with a shock of relief: whatever is coming, comes. That's what holds it all together. We are all of us here in the mess. There's no way around it. And all that I am in the face of it is a single voice and a pair of hands...Anonymous but necessary. Vital.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

Don't think or judge, just listen.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. it doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.