Quotes About Acceptance

We become what we fear. We become what we hate. We become what we judge. Be joy. Be love. Be compassion.

The willingness to forgive is a sign of spiritual and emotional maturity. It is one of the great virtues to which we all should aspire. Imagine a world filled with individuals willing both to apologize and to accept an apology. Is there any problem that could not be solved among people who possessed the humility and largeness of spirit and soul to do either -- or both -- when needed?

Stop seeking out the storms and enjoy more fully the sunlight.

Imagine how our own families, let alone the world, would change if we vowed to keep faith with one another, strengthen one another, look for and accentuate the virtues in one another, and speak graciously concerning one another. Imagine the cumulative effect if we treated each other with respect and acceptance, if we willingly provided support. Such interactions practiced on a small scale would surely have a rippling effect throughout our homes and communities and, eventually, society at large.

The statute of limitations has expired on most of our childhood traumas.

As much as we try, we do not control how we feel or what we think.

I would imagine myself to be an empty vessel existing only to receive. As fully as possible. Without judgment.

Let go of our so-often-denied fear of being found unlovable.

Just because two men live together, it doesn't mean it's depravity.

I say, if it's love, the Lord won't mind. There's enough hate in the world.

Facing facts is definitely preferable to facing defeat.

Death and horror are always near us. The challenge is to get on with our lives and be happy when we can always see them out of the corner of our eye, blurred, but still recognisable in the background.

It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no god; it neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg"—

Age breeds aches.

I am now old enough to no longer have a fear of dying young.

We must grow old! The years go by, Sometimes on wings they seem to fly; But why such haste? We know not why! We only know that we grow old!... The broken links of life's short chain Can never find their place again... Into the dark unknown we take The hopes misfortune could not shake, Pure as the mountain's snowy flake, Where all is well—when we are old.

Let us be grateful to the mirror for revealing to us our appearance only.

Whatever is — is best.

One needs a light spirit to bear a heavy fate.

How can something bother you if you won't let it?

Our bodies let go when it's time to let go — it's called death. We ought to let go of the little burdensome things each day — that's called living.

For every day that there is sunshine, there will be days of rain, it's how we dance within them both that shows our love and pain.

Clouds or no clouds, life is grand — be grateful for all the varieties of weather in your life.

"I'm dreading fall. It is a terrifying season," he says... "Everything shriveling up and dying." I don't know how to answer. Fall has always been my favorite season. The time when everything bursts with its last beauty, as if nature had been saving up all year for the grand finale. I've never thought to be frightened of it.