Quotes About Acceptance

Love, in its own way, had been creating a home for all of us as we searched for that place where we belonged. Love was home.

That the past is nothing you can make friends or enemies of. It just is what it is. Or was. It is this day you are living right now, this very day, that is yours to make of it what you will.

Why do people hurt other people? I murmur. Lila laughs. Because they can, sweetheart. I look at the face in the mirror, at that sad face. That can't be the reason Lila leans in. Her face is next to mine.... ...Sometimes they just can't help it, she says. They don't mean to hurt anyone. It just happens. And there's nothing you can do about it. Nothing ? Not unless you've got a magic wand, love.

To her, there was only one shade to every color. This was the difference between us. She was happy with the one shade.

People who say everything happens for a reason usually say that only when they agree with the reason. Those people are not the ones who wish they could fold back time and make different choices. They don't lie awake at night and whisper, If only . . .

This is what makes us sublimely human, isn't it? Not unsullied genetic perfection, but when we stubbornly love and honor one another.

Remembering what you want about the past, even if it's not entirely true, keeps you from giving up on the present.

People who say everything happens for a reason usually say that only when they agree with the reason. Those people are not the once who wish they could fold back time and make different choice. They don't lie awake at night and whisper , If only.....

Don't talk to me about fate, I wanted to say to Dora. Fate is just another word for saying we're all powerless. Me. Mama. Papa. Maggie. All of us. Love something long enough and true enough and fate will tear it right out of your hands if it chooses, and there's nothing you can do about it.

Sometimes it's not about right and wrong but now and later. Right now, we are having to put up with a difficult situation that we don't deserve, and it's not right.

I knew I would need a place to make sense of what I had lost and yet never had.

This is what makes us sublimely human, isn't it? Not unsullied genetic perfection, but when we stubbornly love and honor one another. Just the way we are.

there are no secrets to a charmed life. There is just the simple truth that you must forgive yourself for only being able to

Home isn't a place where everything stays the same; it's a place where you are safe and loved despite nothing staying the same.

thoughts are not things you can give or not give. Thoughts are thrust upon you. You can only hope that thoughts that you don't want will tire of you at some point and flutter away

I had been told something like that before. That the past is nothing you can make friends or enemies of. It just is what it is. Or was. It is this day you are living right now, this very day, that is yours to make of it what you will. So make it beautiful, if you can.

You cannot undo the past but wishing it undone.

Love something long enough and true enough and fate will tear it right out of your hands if it chooses, and there's nothing you can do about it.

We adjust to it. Somehow we figure out a way. We straighten what we can or learn how to like something a little crooked. That's how it is. Something breaks, you fix it as best you can. There's always a way to make something better, even if it means sweeping up the broken pieces and starting all over. That's how we keep moving, keep breathing, keep opening our eyes every morning, even when the only thing we know for sure is that we're still alive.

Nothing but love, and in this world, love isn't enough.

After she was gone there would be no one who knew the whole of her life. She did not even know the whole of it! Perhaps she should have written some of it down...but really what would have been the point in that? Everything passed, she would too. This perspective offered her an unexpected clarity she nearly enjoyed, but even with this new clarity the world offered no more explanation for itself than it ever had.

But even the venerable Zen teacher Robert Aitken Roshi, in an interview about being old—he was in his eighties at the time—admitted with a laugh, "I often feel like a young person who has something wrong with me." It

The nearer I get to death, the more alive I feel. The more I consider my own mortality, the less afraid I am of dying. And the older I get, the more readily I can put myself aside.

I have learned some things about pain through my sitting practice. If I move to adjust my posture prematurely, the pain will chase me wherever I go, but if I just sit still when the pain starts, it often goes away, or recedes into the background.