Quotes About Acceptance

The way I figure it, we know we got this world, so live in this one while you're here. I figure the next one will take care of itself.

Trying to change yourself is as hard as trying to change the universe. Maybe there's no difference. The fact is, shit happens none of us plan on.

It's no trick loving somebody at their best. Love is loving them at their worst.

We "overvalue performance," as one psychologist put it, "and undervalue the self." We're afraid of being just okay at things. This is a trap. "For to permit yourself to do only that which you're good at," writes the legal scholar Tim Wu, "is to be trapped in a cage whose bars are not steel but self-judgment.

T'ain't no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones.

I've lost my equilibrium, my car keys, and my pride.

I have so much chaos in my life, it's become normal. You become used to it. You have to just relax, calm down, take a deep breath and try to see how you can make things work rather than complain about how they're wrong.

The notion that the public accepts or rejects anything in modern art is merely romantic fiction. The game is completed and the trophies distributed long before the public knows what has happened.

A gift isn't yours until you take it.

Even unconditional love has it's conditions.

Life isn't always the way it's suppose to be, it's the way it is.

Life's not fair . . . get over it.

Sometimes life sucks . . . get use to it.

What we want we can't have and what we have we don't want.

You'll have to forgive me, I went to public school.

You're only as old as you . . . Just face it, you're old.

To ogromna przyjemno?? by? po stronie mniejszo?ci.

I mean, if Native languages have no gender, then why should we?

got to give it all up, the pain, the hurt, the anger and make room for lovely things to rush in and fill you full.

She wasn't meant for these scenes, wasn't meant to be sitting up there in the Southwest Community Infirmary with her ass out, in the middle of the day, and strangers cluttering up the treatment room, ogling her in her misery. She wasn't meant for any of it. But then M'Dear Sophie always said, "Find meaning where you're put, Vee." So she exhaled deeply and tried to relax and stick it out and pay attention.

What difference do it make if the thing you scared of is real or not?

In the expectation of wonderful things to happen in the future, one doesn't hear the sound of the wind and rain, the breath and heartbeat this instant.

It's the same each time with progress. First they ignore you, then they say you're mad, then dangerous, then there's a pause and then you can't find anyone who disagrees with you.

Fair enough. We all have our own place. Or should do.