Quotes About Acceptance

Queequeg no care what god made him shark,' said the savage, agonizingly lifting his hand up and down; wedder Fejee god or Nantucket god; but de god wat made shark must be one dam Ingin.

With no perceptible trace of the vainglorious about him, rather with the offhand unaffectedness of natural regality, he seemed to accept the spontaneous homage of his shipmates.

No adult is without problems except a happy imbecile.

The will not to believe. It is simple human nature. When the mind cannot grasp or face up to a horrible fact it turns away, as though refusing credence will conjure away the reality.

Tromo probavljanje života, tromo probavljanje sudbine, govorilo je nešto u njemu i vratilo ga zadovoljna u današnjicu: neka nedjelja istekne i ponikne, neka žaluzine ostanu zatvorene, iza?i ?e to na dobro.

Want a partner who can make you feel secure and loved, so you can reach your full potential. Someone who can inspire you and encourage you to try again if things don't work out. Someone who loves you for who you are, not who you might turn into, or who you once were.

Let us suffer absurdities, for that is only to suffer one another.

Truth can break the gates down, truth can howl in the street; unless truth is pleasing, personable and easy to like, she is condemned to stay whimpering at the back door.

I don't want to sound cliché or corny or anything, but Black men and women have always been pitted against each other.We've been made to believe so many lies about each other, and that's why I think our loving each other, whether it's expressed through friendship or marriage or both, is a revolutionary act. It means that we're able to see and accept the truth in each other, and in ourselves.

It's the living who struggle to accept death.

I'm sure you've heard people use the term, You just don't get it. Well, I figured out the 'it' is the point in life. I believe I was supposed to have been there when my father died, but it was a point in life I just didn't get.

Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on

If something rude of any kind was said, let the winds take it.

No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think that no man yet has escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward.

Poor Andromache! Why does your heart sorrow so much for me? No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think no man has yet escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward.

But it gained us nothing —what good can come of grief?

The struggle itself [...] is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.

Take my advice then, and set aside all thoughts of avenging your son. Many a finer and stronger man than he has been killed before now and will be killed hereafter. We can hardly expect to keep our eyes on the pedigree of every man on Earth.

However, what is done is better left alone, though we resent it still, and we must curb our hearts perforce...as for my death, when Zeus and the other deathless gods appoint it, let it come.

Even though we knew she was going to die eventually, when it happened it was still a terrible, rude shock. I thought I was prepared, but when it happened I fell apart. That's when I realized I'd been hanging on to the hope, however slim, that as long as she was alive she might somehow get better.

When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers at the edge of her awareness, ready to surface at any time, in any place, in the least expected ways. This isn't pathological. It's normal. It's why you find yourself, at twenty-four, or thirty-five or forty-three, unwrapping a present or walking down an aisle or crossing a busy street, doubled over and missing your mother

it's impossible to undo fifteen or twenty years of learned behavior with a mother in only a few months. If it takes nine months to bring a life into this world, what makes us think we can let go of someone in less?

there's no good way to lose a loved one—just, in the words of one twenty-six-year-old woman, "different kinds of hell.