Quotes About Acceptance

I'm not afraid, he said. What's the use of fear? You can't buy it or sell it, you can't make love to it. You can't even wear it if they strip off your shirt and you're cold.

She had long ago accepted that life was unfair. But why , when she'd accepted the bitter truth , did circumstance insist on rubbing her face in it?

Indifference was the best remedy. Once you conceded defeat, life was a feather bed.

You're damned if you can't forgive, Jude.

He spoke of both dancing and death with equal nonchalance, as though one carried as little significance as the other. It calmed her, hearing him talk that way.

Once you conceded defeat, life was a feather bed. In

Perhaps to be flawless was another kind of sadness.

But when I look out at it I think, well, it's going to take us all one of these days, whoever we are: mad bastards, lovers, drunkards, it's not going to pick and choose. We'll all go to nothing sooner or later. And you know, maybe it's my age, but that doesn't worry me any longer. We all have our time, and when it's over, it's over.

No tears, please. It's a waste of good suffering.

O little one, My little one, Come with me, Your life is done. Forget the future, Forget the past. Life is over: Breathe your last." ? Clive Barker, Abarat

She would wait and watch, as she had always watched and waited, hoping that such a puzzle would one day come to her. But if it failed to show itself she would not grieve too deeply, for fear that the mending of broken hearts be a puzzle neither wit nor time had the skill to solve.

At thirty-four, she'd decided she'd grown out of sex. Bed was for sleep, especially for fat girls.

But if it failed to show itself she would not grieve too deeply, for fear that the mending of broken hearts be a puzzle neither wit nor time had the skill to solve.

I knew it. We've expired and gone to Disneyland.

The simple fact is that evil preys on good, and today, good had a bad day. Which brings with it an acceptance of the other side of that argument, that tomorrow might be evil's turn for some rain. And that's called hope.

To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.

But what is the heart, madame? It's worth less than people think. it's quite accommodating, it accepts anything. You give it whatever you have, it's not very particular. But the body... Ha! That's something else again! It has a cultivated taste, as they say, it knows what it wants. A heart doesn't choose, and one always ends up by loving.

Your soul knows that you are right where you need to be to have the experiences you need. Trust it.

Having to say 'so and so can't be with us tonight, but I would like to accept this murder charge on his behalf' would have been rather anticlimactic.

Look at your failed life, Joffrey: It is standing right in front of you

The Outsider is he who cannot accept life as it is, who cannot consider his own existence or anyone else's necessary. He sees 'too deep and too much'. It is still a question of self-expression.

I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.

Rejection is Spirit's protection. What is for you will not go past you.

Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller pieces and dust and scatter. Let the cracks between things widen until they are no longer cracks but the new places for things. That was where they were now. The world wasn't ending: it had ended and now they were in the new place. They could not recognize it because they had never seen it before.