Quotes About Acceptance

It is a serious fault in a man to dislike a boy

Without propriety of scale, and the acceptance of limits which that implies, there can be no form – and here we reunite science and art.

Therefore, be patient. Such pleasure as there is, is here, now. Take pleasure as it comes. Take work as it comes. The end may never come, or when it does it may be the wrong end.

Well, sir," Athey said, "where I used to be limber I'm stiff and where I used to be stiff I'm limber. Do you know what I'm talking about?

In a conversation, you always expect a reply. And if you honor the other party to the conversation, if you honor the otherness of the other party, you understand that you must not expect always to receive a reply that you foresee or a reply that you will like.

Accept what comes from silence. Make the best you can of it. Of the little words that come out of the silence, like prayers prayed back to the one who prays, make a poem that does not disturb the silence from which it came. — Wendell Berry, from "How To Be a Poet," Given . (Counterpoint March 1, 2006) Originally published 2005.

Surely the creatures of the fifth day of Creation accepted those of the sixth with equanimity, as though they had always been there. Eternity is always present in the animal mind; only men deal in beginnings and ends. It is probably lucky for man that he was created last. He would have got too excited and upset over all the change.

My life, though, has been something (as only now at last I am able to see), but it is something that it has made of itself, not something that I have made of it. All I seem to have done is avoid wherever I could (so far) the man across the desk—for (so far) the world has afforded a little room for a few of us, lucky or blessed, to go around him. And now I wonder if I can die quickly enough and secretly enough to make the final evasion.

For many, the whole process of intellectual and literary growth is a movement, not through or beyond, but away from the people and society they know best, the faiths they still at bottom accept, the little raw provincial world for which they keep an apologetic affection.

Theoretically, there is always a better place for a person to live, better work to do, a better spouse to wed, better friends to have. But then this person must meet herself coming back: Theoretically, there always is a better inhabitant of this place, a better member of this community, a better worker, spouse, and friend than she is. This surely describes one of the circles of Hell, and who hasn't traveled around it a time or two?

Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. maybe there just meant to be accepted.

In reality, of course, when it comes to choosing a spouse the vast majority of people have been always content to accept flawed reality over mythical perfection. But not Thomas Day. Nobody—before or since—has tried quite so literally or so systematically to create for themselves their vision of a perfect mate

What's really bad is that after acknowledging a wrong decision, I don't have the nerve to turn back, since I'd rather correct myself with another wrong decision.

A word of faith that never balks Here, or henceforward it is all the same to me I accept Time absolutely It alone is without flaw It alone rounds and completes all That mystic baffling wonder alone completes all I accept Reality and dare not question it

Grief is love in another form.

Until you can give up being a judge of yourself and others, you cannot begin a search into compassion.

she eventually forgave him, because she understood him.

That is the true challenge--to work within a narrow confine. To accept what you cannot have; that from which you cannot deviate.

I never think anyone in love is foolish. We do the best we can.

Sometimes it is best for men not to attempt to interfere with destiny. Our prayers can be answered in ways which we do not expect and do not welcome. ••• I

Bu darbenin etkisinden kurtulabilmek ve kaderimi kabullenebilmek, kederimi yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ yaÅŸamak, umutsuzluÄŸa kap?lmamak için elimden gelen her ÅŸeyi yapm??t?m. Yarar? olmuyor, ne kadar aÄŸlasam da yanan gözlerimdeki yaÅŸlar dinmiyordu—

Does it matter who we are, or what we keep or lose?

I think it will end here. When I can bear it no longer, I think it will end here.

Grief has this that is noble in it—it accepts all sympathy, come whence it may. She