Quotes About Acceptance

When the storm crosses the marsh and sweeps over me where I lie in the ditch unregarded I need no words.

it was impossible to dislike any one if one looked at them.

When an arguer argues dispassionately, he thinks only of the argument, and the reader cannot help thinking of the argument too. If he had written dispassionately...had used indisputable proofs to establish his argument and had shown no trace of wishing that the result should be one would thing rather than another, one would not have been angry either. One would have accepted the fact as one accepts that a pea is green or a canary yellow.

An open page displays lines from Cymbeline, a song of death, a lament: "'Fear no more the heat o' the sun/Nor the furious winter's rages.

To some few friends, and to thy sorrows sing, For groves of laurel thou wert nevermeant; Be dark enough thy shades, and be thou there content.

He stretched himself. He rose. He stood upright in complete nakedness before us, and while the trumpets pealed Truth! Truth! Truth! we have no choice left but confess – he was a woman.

In a world which contains the present moment, why discriminate? Nothing should be named lest by so doing we change it.

To know the truth—to accept without bitterness

You are you. That is what consoles me for the lack of many things.

She seemed determined to be human also; to like people, even though they were stupid.

How terrible old age was, she thought; shearing off all one's faculties, one by one, but leaving something alive in the centre.

Has the finger of death to be laid on the tumult of life from time to time lest it rend us asunder? Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of the living?

C'est pourquoi je hais les miroirs qui me montrent mon vrai visage. Seule, je tombe souvent dans le néant. Je dois poser le pied prudemment sur le rebord du monde, de peur de tomber dans le néant. Je suis forcée de me cogner la tête contre une porte bien dure, pour me contraindre à rentrer dans mon propre corps.»

Terá o dedo da morte de pousar de vez em quando no tumulto da vida para evitar que ele nos despedace? Tal será a nossa condição que devamos receber, diariamente, a morte, em pequenas doses, para podermos prosseguir na empresa da vida?

Did it matter then, she asked herself, walking towards Bond Street, did it matter that she must inevitably cease completely; all this must go on without her; did she resent it; or did it not become consoling to believe that death ended absolutely?

Libertado da angústia do amor rechaçado, da vaidade recriminada e de todos os outros ferrões e espinhos com que as urtigas da vida o haviam ferido quando ambicionava a fama, mas que não podiam molestar quem desdenhava da glória, ele abriu os olhos, que tinham se mantido abertos o tempo todo mas só haviam visto pensamentos, e avistou sua casa, aninhada lá embaixo no vale.

With equal complacence she saw his misery, condoned his meanness, and acquiesced in his torture.

Let us admit in the privacy of our own society that these things sometimes happen. Sometimes women do like women.

No se puede tener paz evitando la vida.

Feel nothing, know nothing, do nothing, have nothing, give up all to God, and say utterly, 'Thy will be done.' We only dream this bondage. Wake up and let it go.

Neither seek nor avoid, take what comes.

Your best is good enough.

You're growing old together," she said to me. "You and what frightens you.

He loved her in spite of her unlovableness. Armande had many trying, thought not necessarily rare, traits, all of which he accepted as absurd clues in a clever puzzle.