Quotes About Acceptance

and I greatly need a friend who would have sense enough not to despise me as romantic, and affection enough for me to endeavour to regulate my mind.

I shall die. I shall no longer feel the agonies which now consume me, or be the prey of feelings unsatisfied, yet unquenched ... Some years ago, when the images which this world affords first opened upon me, when I felt the cheering warmth of summer, and heard the rustling of the leaves and the chirping of the birds, and these were all to me, I should have wept to die; now it is my only consolation.

when you speak of new ties and fresh affections, think you that any can replace those who are gone?

What I ask of you is reasonable and moderate; I demand a creature of another sex, but as hideous as myself; the gratification is small, but it is all that I can receive, and it shall content me. it is true, we shall be monsters, cut off from all the world; but on that account we shall be more attached to one another. Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless, and free from the misery I now feel. Oh! my creator, make me happy; let me feel gratitude towards you of one benefit!

Ah! it is well for the unfortunate to be resigned, but for the guilty there is no peace.

I persuaded myself that when they should become acquainted with my admiration of their virtues, they would compassionate me, and overlook my personal deformity. Could they turn from their door one, however monstrous, who solicited their compassion and friendship?

En lo que me fue posible, oculté en lo más profundo del corazón la ansiedad que me consumía y acepté con aparente sinceridad todo lo que proponía mi padre, aunque todo aquello no podía servir sino como decorado de mi tragedia.

am satisfied: miserable wretch! you have determined to live, and I am satisfied." I

The time at length arrives when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity; and the smile that plays upon the lips, although it may be deemed a sacrilege, is not banished.

I'm not surprised at your greeting. I expected it, he said calmly. After all, everyone hates creatures as ugly as I am. But it's your fault that I'm this ugly. You created me this way.

If grief kills us not, we kill it. Not that I cease to grieve; for each hour, revealing to me how excelling and matchless the being was, who once was mine, but renews the pang with which I deplore my alien state upon earth. But such is God's will; I am doomed to a divided existence, and I submit. Meanwhile I am human; and human affections are the native, luxuriant growth of a heart, whose weakness it is, too eagerly, and too fondly, to seek objects on whom to expend its yearning.

Time spent looking back in anger is time wasted.

All that we have is to live what life brings. Die what death comes.

Life had stopped. Life would have to go on. Life went on, and in time the unbelievable began to happen; pleasure and happiness came back, and even joy. But love? Not again. I said it very firmly. Not again.

Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.

Have you ever thought, when something dreadful happens, "a moment ago things were not like this; let it be then, not now, anything but now"? And you try and try to remake then, but you know you can't. So you try to hold the moment quite still and not let it move on and show itself. It was like that.

I'd settle for what you had to give

The time at length arrives when grief is rather an indulgence than a necessity

required kindness and sympathy; but I did not believe myself utterly unworthy of it.

Learn from me, dear lady, to submit in patience to the will of heaven!

Al final llega el día en el que el dolor es más bien una complacencia que una necesidad, y la sonrisa que juega en los labios, aunque parezca un maldito sacrilegio, ya no se oculta.

They are kind—they are the most excellent creatures in the world; but, unfortunately, they are prejudiced against me. I have good dispositions; my life has been hitherto harmless and in some degree beneficial; but a fatal prejudice clouds their eyes, and where they ought to see a feeling and kind friend, they behold only a detestable monster.

persuaded myself that when they should become acquainted with my admiration of their virtues, they would compassionate me, and overlook my personal deformity. Could they turn from their door one, however monstrous, who solicited their compassion and friendship?

I would reconcile him to life, but he repulses the idea