Quotes About Acceptance

I have become more passionate, not less. When I am delighted, which is often, I am ecstatic. When I am sad, I cry easily. Nothing is a big deal. It's whatever it is, and then it's something else.

not doing anything to change experience but rather discovering that experience is bearable.

I'd say, "But I'm not happy." And she'd say, "Where is it written that you're supposed to be happy all the time?

The world would be a very sad place if readers could only love one story.

I want there to be happily-ever-afters for the fucked-up crowd. Show me the way, Eva honey. Make me believe.

The Oath concerns the future, not the past. You earn its Emblem not by your success in passing exams, but by your free acceptance of the responsibility an agent must carry, your consent to the ordeal of that responsibility.

Oath concerns the future, not the past. You earn its Emblem not by your success in passing exams, but by your free acceptance of the responsibility an agent must carry, your consent to the ordeal of that responsibility." That

The trouble was, I had been inadequate all along, I simply hadn't thought about it.

Some think it's holding on that makes one strong sometimes it's letting go.

Watching these happy beings for whom weeping was impossible, he had become incapable of grief; watching their inconsistencies, he had become incapable of knowing right from wrong; disregarded by them he had become incapable of disappointment.

To-day I wish that I were a tree, And not myself, Confronting spring with a neat little row of poems Like cups and saucers on a shelf. ... But as I am only a woman And not a tree, With piteous human care I have made this poem, And set it now on the shelf with the rest to be. - Wish in Spring

I think you will come to Balzac yet. When one has disproved all one's theories, outgrown all of one's standards, discarded all one's criterions, and left off minding about one's appearance, one comes to Balzac. And there he is, waiting outside his canvas tent—with such a circus going on inside.

But the overruling disconcertingness was to find himself unconcerned. It was as if some mysterious oil had been introduced into the workings of his mind. If a thought irked him, he thought of something else. If a project miscarried, a flooding serenity swept him beyond it. He lived a tranquil truant, dissociated from himself as though by a slight agreeable fever.

It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.

I had wonderful love but I did not give back wonderful love, I was unable to reply to their love. Because I was obsessed with some fictional sense of separation, I couldn't touch the thing that was offered to me,and it was offered to me everywhere.

The loss which is unknown is no loss at all.

Don't be hostage to your expectations, she would teach. Sometimes trauma doesn't look the way you think it should.

When you have suffered betrayal by the universe, a betrayal by a man is not only unsurprising but expected.

Because the world sometimes conspires against us even as we embrace it. And sometimes the world embraces us, even as we forsake it. Maybe this is God, she thinks. This quiet, easy truth. And religion, the acceptance of it.

I cannot but think that he who finds a certain proportion of pain and evil inseparably woven up in the life of the very worms, will bear his own share with more courage and submission.

She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.

just realize that no amount of money can ever make you good enough. Money can't make you something you already are.

The years between fifty and seventy are the hardest. You are always being asked to do more, and you are not yet decrepit enough to turn them down.

The houses are all gone under the sea.