Quotes About Acceptance

My dear man, what has happened to you? Well, that I can bear it no longer. That's simply what has happened. Something has snapped, has broken in me, and here I am. It's as I am that you must have me.

Don't people always feel better just before the end?

Io non desidero di saper di più di quello che so. So già fin troppo. Più si sa e più s'è infelici.

Per me, soggiunse, - uno può amare una cosa o non amarla, non si può amar tutto, evidentemente: ma non si può neppur tentare di farsene una ragione, non si sa dove questo possa condurre. Ci son sentimenti buoni che possono avere cattivissime ragioni. non vi pare, e cattivi che ne vantano di buonissime.

Ah, things are always different from what they might be," said the old man. "If you wait for them to change you'll never do anything.

Why doesn't my brother like you? the Countess ingenuously added. I don't know and I don't care. He's perfectly welcome not to like me; I don't want everyone to like me; I should think less of myself if some people did.

I like so many things! If a thing strikes me with a certain intensity I accept it. I don't want to swagger, but I suppose I'm rather versatile.

Is there really no hope? our young woman asked as she stood before her. None whatever. There never has been. It has not been a successful life. No — it has only been a beautiful one.

But I think on the whole I would rather be myself than you. I'm quite content to be myself; I don't want to change.

Le cose non sono mai come dovrebbero essere, - osservò il vecchio. - Se aspetti che cambino non combinerai mai nulla.

What it accordingly amounted to for him was that he had to take full in the face a fresh attribution of ignorance. He had grown used by this time to reminders, especially from his own lips, of what he didn't know; but he had borne them because in the first place they were private and because in the second they practically conveyed a tribute.

And yet poor Babcock liked him, and remembered that even if he was sometimes perplexing and painful, this was not a reason for giving him up.

But the blots, Turkey, intimated I. True,-but, with submission, sir, behold these hairs! I am getting old. Surely, sir, a blot or two of a warm afternoon is not to be severely urged against gray hairs. Old age-even if it blot the page-is honorable. With submission, sir, we both are getting old.

She took it as if the words were all she had wished; as if they brought her, gave her something that was the compensation of her case.

Mr. Longdon gave a headshake that was both sad and sharp. "It's all wrong. But YOU'RE all right!" he added in a different tone as he walked hastily away.

Of all escape mechanisms, death is the most efficient.

I've lived out my melancholy youth. I don't give a fuck anymore what's behind me, or what's ahead of me. I'm healthy. Incurably healthy. No sorrows, no regrets. No past, no future. The present is enough for me. Day by day. Today!

When you surrender, the problem ceases to exist. Try to solve it,or conquer it, and you only set up more resistance. I am very certain now that, as I said therein, if I truly become what I wish to be, the burden will fall away. The most difficult thing to admit, and to realize with one's whole being, is that you alone control nothing.

No one asks you to throw Mozart out of the window. Keep Mozart. Cherish him. Keep Moses too, and Buddha and Lao Tzu and Christ. Keep them in your heart. But make room for the others, the coming ones, the ones who are already scratching on the window-panes.

I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.

The man who is forever disturbed about the condition of humanity either has no problems of his own or has refused to face them.

The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.

Living apart and at peace with myself,I came to realize more vividly the meaning of the doctrine of acceptance. To refrain from giving advice, to refrain from meddling in the affairs of others, to refrain even though the motives be the highest, from tampering with anothers way of life-so simple, yet so difficult for an active spirit. Hands Off.

Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling asleep. We don't know how to let go. We're like a Jack-in-the-box perched on top of a spring and the more we struggle the harder it is to get back in the box.