Quotes About Acceptance

kids with special needs are kids. They may have unusual challenges in their lives, but they have the same needs as other children—to be part of the group, to have friends, to play, to feel successful.

And so I was. I can put on the cloak of the world I find myself in, however I happen to find myself in it. I can sing any man's tune, and you'd believe me. That's my gift." Birle knew this wasn't a gift he honored.

Consolation Calm down. Both your sins and your good deeds will be lost in oblivion.

If you don't like it, alter it. If you can't alter it, put up with it.

Así es como somos. Utilizamos la fuerza de voluntad para eliminar de la aceptación de nuestra consciencia el conocimiento intuitivo.

A bird doesn't feel sorry for itself in the winter.

Lord'. I help the pastor unload the car and carry stuff to a cake stand right next to the train tracks. He installs me there, as caretaker of the cake stand, and – get this – I have to wear a fucken choir gown. Vernon Gucci Little, in his unfashionable Jordan New Jacks, with fucken choir gown.

Obscenity only comes in when the mind despises and fears the body, and the body hates and resists the mind.

I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself.

Good God, what does it matter? If life is a tragedy, or a farce, or a disaster, or anything else, what do I care! Let life be what it likes. Give me a drink, that's what I want just now.

It's no good trying to get rid of your aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them.

There was nothing now but this empty treadmill of what Clifford called the integrated life, the long living together of two people, who are in the habit of being in the same house with one another. Nothingness! To accept the great nothingness of life seemed to be the one end of living. All the many busy and important little things that make up the grand sum-total of nothingness!

For my part, life is so many things I don't care what it is. It's not my affair to sum it up. Just now it's a cup of tea. This morning it was wormwood and gall. Hand me the sugar.

Don't ask me anything about the future," he said miserably. "I don't know anything. Be with me now, will you, no matter what it is?" And she took him in her arms.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

Better a thousand times take one's chance with death, than accept a life one did not want.

You musn't mind people so much. They're not being disagreeable to you -- it's their way. You always think people are meaning things for you. But they don't.

She looked at his face, and she turned her own face to the wall. For his look was other than hers, his way was not her way. She had denied him what he was—she saw it now. She had refused him as himself.—And this had been her life, and his life.—She was grateful to death, which restored the truth.

She had to live. It is useless to quarrel with one's bread and butter. And to expect a great deal out of life is puerile.

Man is willing to accept woman as an equal, as a man in skirts, as an angel, a devil, a baby-face, a machine, an instrument, a bosom, a womb, a pair of legs, a servant, an encyclopaedia, an ideal or an obscenity; the one thing he won't accept her as is a human being, a real human being of the feminine sex.

Of course he had been loving Gerald all along, and all along denying it.

Here's to the thorn in the flower!

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

She knew she submitted to life, which was her immediate master. But from her death, her ultimate master, she winced with fear and shame.