Quotes About Acceptance

When a man finds it is his destiny to suffer, he will have to accept his suffering as his task; his single and unique task. He will have to acknowledge the fact that even in suffering he is unique and alone in the universe. No one can relieve him of his suffering or suffer in his place. His unique opportunity lies in the way in which he bears his burden.

Each of us has his own inner concentration camp... We must deal with, with forgiveness and patience-as full human beings, as we are and what we will become.

Sometimes there's no way to win. The only thing you can do is manage your losses.

Everybody dies. And the rest of us move on until it's our turn.

So therefore you must lift up your eyes and seek to discern this bough, find it as is required of you, and pick it boldly.Then, if it is indeed you whom the fates are calling, it will come willingly and easily

Timeo Danaos et dona ferentes

Each of us finds the world of death fitted to himself

Quisque suos patimur manes.

Is death so dreadful a thing?

Are we not acceptable, moon? Are we not lovely sitting together here, I in my satin; he in black and white?

To look life in the face, always, to look life in the face, and to know it for what it is...at last, to love it for what it is, and then, to put it away...

Arrange whatever pieces come your way.

But why do I notice everything? She thought. Why must I think? She did not want to think. She wanted to force her mind to become a blank and lie back, and accept quietly, tolerantly, whatever came.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Then may I tell you that the very next words I read were these – 'Chloe liked Olivia…' Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

Do not start. Do not blush. Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

One must love everything.

Mr Ramsay, stumbling along a passage one dark morning, stretched his arms out, but Mrs Ramsay having died rather suddenly the night before, his arms, though stretched out, remained empty.

I thought at last that it was time to roll up the crumpled skin of the day, with its arguments and its impressions and its anger and its laughter, and cast it into the hedge.

For nothing [...] is more heavenly than to resist and to yield; to yield and to resist.

We are all swept on by the torrent of things grown so familiar that they cast no shade...

I do not pray. I revenge myself upon the day.

Her soliloquy crystallized itself into little fragmentary phrases emerging suddenly from the turbulence of her thought, particularly when she had to exert herself in any way, either to move, to count money, or to choose a turning. To know the truth--to accept without bitterness-- those, perhaps, were the most articulate of her utterances, for no one could have made head or tail of the queer gibberish murmured in front of the statue of Francis, Duke of Bedford...

to let the light of the world flood back-to say this has not happened! But why turn one's head hither and thither? This is the truth. This is fact.