Quotes About Acceptance

That's it. It's all going to end. The realization wasn't crushing. It was gentle, like a final tendril of smoke from a dying candle.

She embraced him, and he found himself weeping. The daughter he'd never had, the little child of the streets. Though she was still small, she'd outgrown him. And she loved him anyway. He held his daughter close against his own broken soul.

Faith isn't about logic, son," Haddek said. "Perhaps that's your problem. You cannot 'disprove' the things you study, any more than we can prove to you that the Hero will save us. We simply must believe it, and accept the things Preservation has taught us.

Oh, child. The world is monstrous at times, and there are those who would have you believe that you are terrible by association." "I am." "No. For you see, it flows the other direction. You are not worse for your association with the world, but it is better for its association with you.

His entire life had been a futile effort to stop a storm by yelling at it. The storm didn't care.

I don't struggle with feelings of insecurity any longer." "Good." "I'd say I'm pretty good at them.

Some mistakes, though, you can't fix by being sorry. Can't fix them, no matter what you do.

Thank you. For being willing to talk. For not turning me in. For... being you.' 'I'm pretty good at being me,' I said. 'I've had all these years to practice--I hardly ever get it wrong these days.

Oh, I'm not objecting, I'd let a confused dishwasher marry us.

Once the soul grows accustomed to the wound, it's much harder to fix.

Was he happy? He wasn't sad. For now, he'd accept "not sad.

That night, it rained on the other dogs, who slept outside in the cold barn, which leaked. But the little dog snuggled into a warm bed beside the fire, hugged by the farmer's children, his belly full. And as he did, the dog sadly thought to himself, 'I could not become a dragon. I am an utter and complete failure.' The end.

You are so much more than you are willing to accept, child.

So it's our fault." "Yes. Like everything else. War. Famine. Bad hair." "Wait. Bad hair?" Shallan blew a lock of it out of her eyes. "Loud. Stubborn. Oblivious to our attempts to fix it. The Almighty gave us messy hair to prepare us for living with men.

It had been eight years. The pain of loss was still there. It never went away. It just got buried in time, like a rock slowly being covered over by dirt.

Sometimes you need to accept what you've lost, then move forward. Then you can instead realize what you've gained.

You don't stop loving someone just because they hurt you" he said. "It would certainly make things easier if you did.

We can't go back, Mat. The Wheel has turned, for better or worse. And it will keep on turning, as lights die and forests dim, storms call and skies break. Turn it will. The Wheel is not hope, and the Wheel does not care, the Wheel simply is. But so long as it turns, folk may hope, folk may care. For with light that fades, another will eventually grow, and each storm that rages must eventually die. As long as the Wheel turns.

That's exactly the problem. Everyone's convinced that their lives are over just because their hearts stopped beating." "That's usually a pretty good indication, sule," Galladon said dryly.

To believe in a God was to accept that He or She wasn't going to deliver you from every problem.

I don't hate you, Pattern," Shallan said. "I hate the sword." "But—" "The sword isn't you. The sword is me, my father, the life we led, and the way it got twisted all about.

I was coming to realize something very difficult. I was slowly accepting that the way I did things – the way my people did things – might not actually be the best way. In other words, I was feeling humility. I sincerely hope that you never have to feel this emotion. Like asparagus and fish, it's not really as good for you as everyone says it is. Selfishness, arrogance, and callousness got me much further than humility ever did

I can't do it." He smiled. "There are certain things I know, Shallan. This is one of them. You can. Find the balance. Accept the pain, but don't accept that you deserved it.

Everything's going to change, Sazed, and I can't stop it." Sazed smiled fondly. "Then, Mistress," he said quietly, "simply enjoy what you have. The future will surprise you, I think.