Quotes About Acceptance

If living were the right word. It had been a suspended life. She had worn black for Teddy inside and out. And somehow it had become a comfortable way of life. While part of her yearned for gaiety and a renewal of life, the other part clung to its cocoon. It was safer to remain inside it. It was less likely that she would have to experience again the pain of losing someone around whom her life had come to revolve.

She could not expect any man to love her that deeply if she did not also understand that he simply was, and that his wasness or isness made him forever the love of her heart. The love of her life.

Why would forgiveness be of any value if it were reserved only for forgivable offenses?

Life is always like that, he said gently. We are what we are because of what has happened to us in the past. We cannot change that and we should not wish to. I love you as you are, Elizabeth. Perhaps I would not love you as well if you had not met and loved and lost Hetherington. Perhaps the experience has given you the air of maturity and serenity that I so admire in you. Give me your future, my dear. I do not ask for the past.

Pero el pasado no se puede cambiar. Solo podemos controlar un poco el futuro.

It was beginning to feel like an almost familiar place to be. But perhaps hitting this new low had something to be said for it, she thought now, this morning, after she had awoken and realized in some surprise that she had slept for several hours. At least now there was no further down to go. And

No, it is too late, Robert, she said tonelessly. There has been too much pain for you and me. I cannot face making myself vulnerable again.

Yet it could be no one else but him. There was a certain feeling about being with Christopher that she had forgotten, a feeling of safeness, of rightness.

She had lost him. It mattered not that she still loved him against all reason, and that perhaps he regretted losing her. The truth was that they could never revive their relationship.

And yet he had taken her to that inn wanting to soothe himself with feminine compassion and warmth. Her very silence and self-possession had inflamed him, angered him. He had wanted her to reach out to him as no one had reached out for more years than he could recall, and she had looked at him with steady acceptance of what she must do to earn her living. He cursed softly and turned from the

his description

what she had

It is as well for him, he said, that he is already dead. He would suffer this night if he were still alive.

There must be something terribly wrong with her, Camille thought, that she could neither feel nor attract love. Was it possible that her quest for perfection had somehow deadened an essential part of herself?

Adaptamos nuestra vida a las circunstancias y cogemos la felicidad donde la encontramos, aun cuando sólo sea en momentos pasajeros. O hacemos eso o nos perdemos la oportunidad de aceptar la gracia en nuestra vida. Este es un momento feliz. Lo recordaré.

All that had happened would not have happened. She would not be raw with pain. She would be safely content.

But she had been too wrapped up with painful memory, uncomfortable reality.

He wanted to be himself again. Except that there was no being himself ever again.

The price of love, she thought, was pain. Was it worth it? Was it better not to love at all?

Tal vez las familias no siempre rechazan. Tal vez al menos a veces abren los brazos para acoger. Tal vez a veces se puede confiar en el amor.

Elizabeth had tried to hate him in that first year when the pain had been intense enough to drive her almost out of her mind. But even then she had not been able to. The best she could do eventually was to dull all feeling, so that a mere empty ache would gnaw at her when her mind strayed to that episode in her life. She had trained herself to think of him, if at all, as he was at the beginning of their relationship.

No es fácil mirar el propio pasado, sobre todo cuando uno creía que se habían borrado todas las huellas.

La historia antigua es algo terrible cuando es la propia, ¿verdad? No se puede cambiar. Ninguno de nosotros puede retroceder para hacer las cosas de otra manera. Sólo podemos avanzar y esperar que el pasado por lo menos nos haya enseñado algo de sabiduría para llevar con nosotros.

He did not have to do anything here. He could just be. Perhaps that was the best and most enduring of lessons one could learn from life.