Quotes About Acceptance

pues el hombre acepta no lo que es verdaderamente respetable sino lo respetado!

However mean your life is, meet it and live it; do not shun it and call it hard names. It is not so bad as you are. It looks poorest when you are richest. The fault-finder will find faults even in paradise. Love your life, poor as it is. You may perhaps have some pleasant, thrilling, glorious hours, even in a poorhouse.

What is called resignation is confirmed desperation.

If the injustice is part of the necessary friction of the machine of government, let it go, let it go.

I need thy hate as much as thy love.

We like someone because. We love someone although.

men of true wisdom and goodness are contented to take persons and things as they are, without complaining of their imperfections, or attempting to amend them.

I hope my friends will pardon me when I declare, I know none of them without a fault;

There is, perhaps, no surer mark of folly, than an attempt to correct the natural infirmities of those we love.

for, by whatever means you get into the polite circle, when you are once there, it is sufficient merit for you that you are there.

You must save what you can of your life; you musn't lose it all simply because you've lost a part.

Besides, he was a philosopher; he smoked a good many cigars over his disappointment, and in the fulness of time he got used to it.

You were to suffer your fate. That was not necessarily to know it.

It wouldn't be the first time she had seen herself obliged to accept with smothered irony other people's interpretation of her conduct. She often ended by giving up to them --it seemed really the way to live --the version that met their convenience.

Nevertheless, he had offered her a home under his own roof, which Lavinia accepted with the alacrity of a woman who had spent the ten years of her married life in the town of Poughkeepsie.

Satisfied to die in the flower of her youth? Well, at peace with you. Oh, 'peace'! he murmured with his eyes on the fire. The peace of having loved. He raised his eyes to her. Is that peace? Of having been loved, she went on. That is. Of having, she wound up, realised her passion. She wanted nothing more. She had had all she wanted.

Then again I shifted my eyes-I faced what I had to face.

It really doesn't matter where I am now. I've exhausted all remedies, I've swallowed all climates.

Everything he wanted was comprised moreover in a single boon--the common unattainable art of taking things as they came. He appeared to himself to have given his best years to an active appreciation of the way they didn't come; but perhaps--as they would seemingly here be things quite other--this long ache might at last drop to rest.

You will think you take generous views of her; but you will never begin to know through what a strange sea of feeling she passed before she accepted you. As she stood there in front of you the other day, she plunged into it. She said 'Why not?' to something which, a few hours earlier, had been inconceivable. She turned about on a thousand gathered prejudices and traditions as on a pivot, and looked where she had never looked hitherto.

you mustn't think life will be for you all hard things. You've the right to be happy. You must make up your mind to it. You must accept any form in which happiness may come.

I was ready to know the very worst that was to be known.

It was as if her doom so floated her on that she couldn't stop.

We've played our dreadful game, and we've lost. We owe it to ourselves, we owe it to our feeling for ourselves and for each other, not to wait another day.