Quotes About Acceptance

You only lose what you cling to.

It's all going the way it's supposed to be going Otherwise, it would be going some other way." —SANDY HARPER, 1978

Moracete da se pomirite sa gubitkom jednog dela svog samopostovanja i svoje brige o ponosu ukoliko stvarno zelite da napredujete.

If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?

When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.

He gave her a bright fake smile; so much of life was a putting off of unhappiness for another time. Nothing was ever lost by delay. He had a dim idea that perhaps if one delayed long enough, things were taken out of one's hands altogether by death.

We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

He felt the loyalty we feel to unhappiness - the sense that is where we really belong.

This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.

But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

It takes a long time before we cease to feel proud of being wanted. Though God knows why we should feel it, when we look around and see who is wanted too.

But my love had no intentions: it knew the future. All one could do was try to make the future less hard, to break the future gently when it came.

Old age saves us from the realization of a great many fears.

Oh, and there was pride, of course. It takes a long time before we cease to feel proud of being wanted.

But if I start believing that, then I have to believe in your God. I'd have to love your God. I'd rather love the men you slept with.

I had been afraid of the primitive, had wanted it broken gently, but here it came on us in a breath, as we stumbled up through the dung and the cramped and stinking huts to our lampless sleeping place among the rats. It was the worst one need fear, and it was bearable because it was inescapable.

Hatred is a failure of imagination.' Graham Greene, 'The Power and the Glory'.

We didn't want to be reminded of how little we counted, how quickly, simply, and anonymously death came. Even though my reason wanted the state of death, I was afraid like a virgin of the act. I would have liked death to come with due warning, so that I could prepare myself. For what? I didn't know, nor how, except by taking a look around at the little I would be leaving.

Not so bad this ending because one is getting used to endings: life like Morse, a series of dots and dashes, never forming a paragraph.

One forgets the dead quite quickly; one doesn't wonder about the dead-what is he doing now, who is he with?

Sometimes it's easier to cut your coat to fit the cloth than lie on the bed you've made.

I'm afraid of the dark.' And his mother: 'Don't be silly. You know there's nothing to be afraid in the dark.' But he knew hte falsity of the reasoning; he knew how they taught also that there was nothing to fear in death, and how fearfully they avoided the idea of it.

If God had been like a toad, you could have rid the globe of toads, but when God was like yourself, it was no good being content with stone figures — you had to kill yourself among the graves.

Then he allowed himself to strike, like his childhood hero Allan Quatermain, off on that long slow underground stream which bore him on toward the interior of the dark continent where he hoped that he might find a permanent home, in a city where he could be accepted as a citizen, as a citizen without any pledge of faith, not the City of God or Marx, but the city called Peace of Mind.