Quotes About Acceptance

The greater our surrender to the truth of the moment, the greater will be our peace of mind.

Be Grateful when You're Feeling Good and Graceful when You're Feeling Bad

Do I want to be 'right'—or do I want to be happy?

Life isn't an emergency.

two rules of harmony. #1) Don't sweat the small stuff, and #2) It's all small stuff.

Patience adds a dimension of ease and acceptance to your life.

The trick is to be grateful for our good moods and graceful in our low moods—not taking them too seriously.

Contrary to popular belief, negative feelings don't need to be studied and analyzed. When you analyze your negative feelings, you'll usually end up with more of them to contend with. The

Life isn't all it's cracked up to be. Nothing is ever good enough the way it is.

They will pass away just as surely as the sun sets in the evening.

Unfortunately, however much we may deplore something, it does not stop being true.

Aceptamos alegremente que podemos amar a más de un niño, padre, hermano, profesor, amigo o mascota. Cuando pensamos en esto de esta forma, ¿no es positivamete extraña la total exclusividad que esperamos del amor conyugal?.

Per quanto noi possiamo deplorare una cosa, questo non le impedisce di essere vera.

If something is true, no amount of wishful thinking can undo it.

I should have been put down at birth.

I'm falling for you, but I can't do this if your still hung up on a dead guy...you can still love him and love me, but you won't let yourself, Becca.

He could never admit to himself that it was death that had given his life meaning.

she, armed with both & abandoning the joys of reason that had meant so much to her as well as me, made a suitably advantageous marriage with an ironmonger with a face like an anvil & a soul like a slag, & so I never saw her freckles fade, her auburn hair dull, never had to watch our love turn to that non-colour, white.

Realism is the embrace of disappointment, in order no longer to be disappointed. 4 "So I came to the city, my friend," the Doll then told Jodie, "what of it?

Rock to gravel to dust to mud to rock and so the world goes, as his mother used to say when he demanded reasons or explanation as to how the world got to be this way or that. The world is, she would say. It just is, boy.

It had been a day to die, not because it was a special day but because it wasn't, and every day was a day to die now, and the only question that pressed on them, as to who might be next, had been answered.

Really, the new hand felt normal, no different from her old hand. It was impossible to say why she felt so oddly about it, thought Anna. It was her hand, after all. Except somehow, looking at it, in a way she had no words to describe, it no longer was.

Thus attired in the night of their grief, they prepared to depart into a morning she seemed determined not to relinquish.

All we really want is to get to the point where the past can explain nothing about us and we can get on with life.