Quotes About Acceptance

Even though it is logically obvious that we must accept equilibrium, we are not built to be satisfied with it because being unsatisfied has been an excellent strategy for the last several billion years.

It would be nice if I did have a good relationship with my family, and yes, part of me longs to have a mum and dad who love and accept me for who I am. But if they never do, it's OK.

I do love you, Jesse, so much. And once it worried me, that I could love a Yankee so thoroughly, so desperately, so completely. But a friend told me something once. He said that I don't love a Yankee, I love a man. And I do, Jesse, I love you. And the color that you wear can't change the man that you are. I love that man.

tried to make her understand that she couldn't control other people, only her own reaction to them.

Kiernan, I love you. I am the man for you, the only one to know you and to love you. But you won't rule me. Do you understand? I'd give you everything that I can give you, but there are certain things that I cannot give. When you're ready to accept me for what I am, for what I believe, come to me.

But you will. So prepare yourself, Christa. Willing or no, my love, you're riding west.

She should have been scandalized and horrified that he had kissed her so, touched her so, but she wasn't. It was simply what came between the two of them. There had been something just and sweet and right about it, and she refused to be ashamed of it.

Let's hope that very soon it won't matter whether we're red, black, tan, yellow, white…male or female. Or whether we believe in the White Buffalo Woman, the teachings of Buddha, Allah or God.

I hate you, Jesse!" she reminded him. To her surprise, he smiled a slow, anguished, crooked smile. "I know," he said, and added very softly, "and I still love you.

I don't have any chips on my shoulder. History is history

The world is not always ours to understand....

It takes hard work to say, "This is how I am," in a calm voice, without anxiously addressing how you should be.

They treat each other the way Mozart's father treated him. They say to each other, "Whatever is here, even when it feels a little dark, even when it confuses me, I have chosen it as divine.

A century ago, survival was the main event. Longing was an accepted part of existence. Today, the inability to achieve happiness or fit in with the herd is treated as a kind of moral failure.

And maybe when he died, he didn't think, "Is this all I get?" the way we, the narrow-minded living, might imagine, in the face of such a premature death. Maybe he thought, "I lived a rich life. I embraced what I was given, and it was incredible.

You are weak and raw and broken, and that's okay. That's where real life begins. Throw yourself into that rawness., Dive into a bunch of stories about absorbing and leaning into disappointment and loss and melancholy as a way of moving through it.

Being raw means connecting to other people's trials and noticing how we all have to find our own answers; we all have to learn how to show up and breathe without grasping for something to deliver us from our own pain. When you resist your own rawness and pain, you only create more pain for yourself.

we learn to treat our humanity itself as poisonous, to treat our most human desires as a kind of sickness that can only be cured with outside help.

Instead of toggling between victory and defeat, we have to learn to live in the middle, in the gray area, where a real life can unfold on its own time.

Many of us learn to construct a clear and precise vision of what we want, but we're never taught how to enjoy what we actually have.

Contrary to popular wisdom, growing older does not make you less conflicted. In fact, you become more and more conflicted by the second. You can see all sides of any given thing. It's all stupid bullshit and you want all of it, everything, and you also want none of it,

As a parent, you do have to constantly remind yourself that you are not a god, molding a human in your own image. You are merely supporting whatever your child chooses to become, even if those choices don't always thrill you.

My disappointment had a clear source. I would try to make things perfect and I would fail, over and over again. I couldn't just love someone and be loved back. That was too easy. That didn't feel right. I was more familiar with dissatisfaction. I was more at home with longing. As I moved me things into that dusty, tiny, haunted house, I looked around and thought, "This will never be enough." It was exactly what I wanted.

At some point you just have to let go of what you thought should happen and live in what is happening.