Quotes About Acceptance

Not a sparrow falls to the ground without His seeing it. But it falls, just the same. What good is seeing it fall?

Travel is fatal to prejudice,bigotry and narrow-mindedness.

was fully able to realize that I was actually living in the sixth century, and in Arthur's court, not a lunatic asylum. After that, I was just as much at home in that century as I could have been in any other; and as for preference, I wouldn't have traded it for the twentieth.

Bilgewater, and so what's the use o' your bein' sour? It'll only make things oncomfortable. It ain't my fault I warn't born a duke, it ain't your fault you warn't born a king—so what's the use to worry? Make the best o' things the way you find 'em, says I—that's my motto.

El saber no era bueno para las gentes vulgares y quizá podía descontentarles con la suerte de Dios les había señalado en este mundo, y Dios no tolera que nadie esté descontento de sus planes. Teníamos

B?rak?n ac?mas?z hayat elinden geleni ard?na koymas?n; tek bildiÄŸim ÅŸudur ki... benim için de bir yerlerde bir mezar vard?r.

In this world one must be like everybody else if he doesn't want to provoke scorn or envy or jealousy.

If they wanted us to call them kings and dukes, I hadn't no objections, 'long as it'd keep peace inside the family; and it warn't no need to tell Jim, so I didn't tell him.  If I in no way learnt not anything else out of pap, I learnt that the exceptional manner to get alongside along with his type of people is to let them have their personal way.

Make the best o' things the way you find 'em..

I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens." Woody Allen *

Así, pues, le dije: —Ya sabes, Tom, que no sirvo ni para limpiarte los zapatos. Pero no importa: Dios todopoderoso nos ha creado a todos y a unos los ha dejado ciegos mientras que a otros les ha dado los ojos para verlo todo. Me parece que yo no figuro entre estos últimos; pero sin duda está bien así, puesto que es Dios quien lo ha querido.

God Almighty made us all, and some He gives eyes that's blind, and some He gives eyes that can see, and I reckon it ain't none of our lookout what He done it for; it's all right, or He'd 'a' fixed it some other way.

There is no way of accounting for people. You have to take them as they are.

I can pass for normal most of the time, but I understand perfectly why some of my autistic patients scream and flap their arms -- it's to frighten off extroverts.

chapter 2 Raised by Wolves The biggest gift of being unambiguously mentally ill is the time I've saved myself trying to be normal.

The place I felt most welcome and comfortable was AA meetings, even though there was a sticky-sweet optimism there I found insufferable.

His romance and charm lay in how well he did with what might have been and how gracefully he accepted what was.

And if you're lucky enough to survive going crazy and get back to the point where you can pass for normal, it builds a question into the rest of your life. You have to forgive people for wondering, 'How all right can he be?

when you start to feel a little sad, anxious, or irritable it's not the mood that does the damage but how you react to it. • the effort of trying to free yourself from a bad mood or bout of unhappiness – of working out why you're unhappy and what you can do about it – often makes things worse. It's like being trapped in quicksand – the more you struggle to be free, the deeper you sink.

In mindfulness, we start to see the world as it is, not as we expect it to be, how we want it to be, or what we fear it might become. These

No one ever really gets used to nightmares.

Back on shore everyone was pretty messed up, but the owner/captain was by far the worst off. He ended up drunk for a week, though the only thing he ever said was So? The boat's gone. So? Your mate's dead. So? Hey at least you're alive. So? An awful word but it does harden you. It hardened me.

The paramedics said there was nothing unusual, just the way it goes, eighty some years and the inevitable kerplunk, the system goes down, lights blink out and there you have it, another body on the floor surrounded by things that don't mean much to anyone except to the one who can't take any of them along.

Les jeux sont faits. Nous sommes fucked.