Quotes About Acceptance

The love of new ideas is a myth: we prefer ideas only after others have tested them.

when you can laugh at your mistake, you know you've accepted it and no longer judge yourself on the basis of one single event. Reaching this kind of perspective is very important in avoiding future mistakes. Humor loosens up your psychology and prevents you from obsessing about the past.

Ambiguity makes everyone tolerant of incompetence.

What I mean to say is no, I don't want her back, just words hanging like leaves from a tree limb, nothing can bring her back anyway; words wouldn't build her bit by bit, piece by piece, she's gone, and there is strength in knowing that. Maybe the longing will ease. Maybe the seconds will lapse into minutes. I'm not Christ – I can't raise the dead.

when it's time to break down and you're lying in bed fighting off the urge to scream, when you're lying there shivering, it's not the memories that keep you going. instead it's the dreams and the cats blaring evil and godlike into the blankness. at times like this, it's best just to sit back and let what is be.

The few who are ballsy enough to actually live wind up in madhouses, tortured by actuality. We all wind up in the same place anyhow … food for unseeing worms.

lately I've been feeling like I've been mellowing out a bit and at those times my wife lovely reassures me by saying, no, you're still the same uptight bastard you've always been

I wish to walk arm in arm, hand in hand without your fears pervading, without my feeling that others are staring. I wish to lose the fog and retain you, your radiance, your strength, your essence.

do you hate yourself i wonder? you can't expect others to accept you until you've been able to accept yourself. sometimes i think i can really feel the pain. i've been there, i live there. but if you can make it through, nothing will beat you. you know the madhouses are full of emotional suicides. let's just take it day by day.

There's this space in our lives that we attempt to fill with more space and the nothingness grows larger while our lives get smaller, a fact we can't seem to accept very well. So, we take walks and we work and we go to movies and basketball games and church and we Exist in our nothing lives and when we die a speech is made and we are forgotten once again, only more permanently this time.

seeing is believing they say and if boundaries are limitless are we? or is existence twofold and doomed before the sights are set and if so does God really weep for humanity and must we continue to seek sustenance through escapism and do sporting events in all their microcosmic glory refute the tenets of nihilism or should we simply accept and wallow in our ignorance unbearable lightness of being creatures who feel what -- I don't know

Wanting something to be different will not make it so.

Prayer doesn't change GOD. He is unchanging and unchangeable. But it does change us, making us more like Him, and thus more able to accept His will, whatever it may be. Prayer makes us radiate goodness.

What was really funny is that as I got older all those guys who called me a sissy in junior high school wanted me to be their best friend because they wanted to meet all the girls that I knew in figure skating.

Believe everything.

we don't all have to be the same in every dimension in order to appreciate and respect each other.

I don't expect life to make sense," he said after a few moments, "but it could certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls.

Good. Well. Shit." Locke rubbed his gloved hands together. "I guess that's that. I'm all out of rhetorical flourishes.

Sad day, my loves, a proper tragedy. But when the milk's gone bad you might as well look forward to cheese, hmm?

Not everything that's inevitable is regrettable.

Damn it, when will you learn that refusing to admit you've lost isn't the same as winning?" "Sort of depends on how long one keeps refusing, doesn't it?

Well, hell. It's been five years. Maybe she's learned to lose gracefully. Maybe she's out of practice." "Maybe trained monkeys will climb out of my ass and pour me a glass of Austershalin brandy," said Jean.

What do you think of the old boy?" said Jean. "He's got a strangely sunny view of ten years of defeat", said Locke, "but if I get killed in the next six weeks, I want him to speak at my funeral.

Most men do nothing to deserve what the gods throw their way