Quotes About Acceptance

Chinese Proverb

Experience is a comb which nature gives to men when they are bald

Indeed, certain is death for the born, and certain is birth for the dead; therefore, over the inevitable, you should not grieve.

The price a world language must be prepared to pay is submission to many different kinds of use.

Whatever music you beat on your drum there is somebody who can dance to it.

I keep telling Chris that life is simpler that way. Much simpler. Stop looking back over your shoulder, I tell him. There ain't no deliverer running just a little behind schedule. March to the stake like a man and take the bullet in your chest. Much simpler.

When suffering knocks at your door and you say there is no seat for him, he tells you not to worry because he has brought his own stool.

once a small step has been taken, and people have begun to act in a new way, it will be increasingly difficult for them to dislike the way they're acting.

This three-part recipe—a (1) clear insight (2) compressed in time and (3) discovered by the audience itself—provides a blueprint for us when we want people to confront uncomfortable truths.

Co-creation partnerships are free-idea zones because they are neighborhoods of acceptance and goodness.

Push away the past, that vessel in which all emotions curdle to regret.

his love was totally different from every other love in my life. Unlike them, it didn't expect me to behave in a certain way. It didn't change into displeasure or anger or even hatred if I didn't comply. It healed me.

Danger will come upon us when it will. We can't stop it. We can only try to be prepared. There's no point in looking ahead to that danger and suffering its effects even before it comes to us.

Open yourself to the sight, and it will show you what you need to know. But never attempt to bend it to your will. Never pry into a particular life that has been brought to your care. That is to break trust.

Something had happened as I lay in the field, watching the sky, an understanding that I couldn't control the lives of others—but neither could they control mine.

He never wasted time, Ram, especially on things he believed he couldn't change.

The shock I'd felt, standing in the doorway, was a terrible thing. But what was worse was that in a moment it was gone, as though all along a part of me had known that this was where I was headed. That I, too, hadn't been worth a man's faithful loving.

I knew now that love—no matter how deep—wasn't enough to transform another person: how they thought, what they believed. At best, we could only change ourselves.

Weeping is not bad. It clears out the heart, making space in it for growth.

For the first time I admit I am giving myself to love. Not the worship I offered the Old One, not the awe I felt for the spices. But human love, all tangled up, at once giving and demanding and pouting and ardent. It frightens me, the risk of it. And I see that the risk lies not in what I always feared, the anger of the spices, their desertion. The true risk is that I will somehow lose this love.

She feels a certain pity when she thinks of that time, that self. Such an earnest wife-self, wanting so much, her stance one of perpetual leaning forward, as though perfection was a town just a little farther down the road. She didn't know then that perfection had nothing to do with happiness.

again: Let the past go. Be at ease. Allow the future to arrive at its own pace, unfurling its secrets when it will.

Pain, which is ultimately only like itself.

I knew now that love - no matter how deep - wasn't enough to transform another person: how they thought, what they believed. At best, we could only change ourselves.