Quotes About Acceptance

Looks delicious," he lied. "A mite crispy along the edges - but then, I like it that way." Incredulous eyes met his own. "You like your potatoes burned?" Ah, so he'd been right about that. If he could still recognize what it was she'd cooked, then surely he could eat it.

Nothing seems to fit anymore. I can't be Aristos, but I don't think I'm Aris either. I don't know who I am." She was lost. Dianthe grabbed her knee. "You are a woman who gave up everything to defend her dominion. You are a flyer." Aris

Yes, well, life is a folly. If you live long enough, nothing is surprising.

Accepting that you can't control the outcome is not the end of action—it is the opening for the boldest and most daring action. You can accept total responsibility for your choices and actions. You are free to play full-out in creating and implementing an extraordinary future for yourself and your organization.

When you accept that life does not turn out the way it "should," you are free to take actions that are not constrained by the need to control life so it turns out the way that it "should" (or, at the very least, to make sure life doesn't turn out the way it "shouldn't").

Life does not turn out the way it "should." Nor does life turn out the way it "shouldn't." Life turns out the way it does.

Another way to approach thinking about your rackets is to ask yourself, "Where in my life am I chronically concerned with being right? Where am I chronically concerned with dominating? Where am I chronically concerned with remaining the way I am?

I think I will drink my hemlock now....

One minute, I'm the best and most loving mother in the world to my two-week-old. The next, I feel like I want to leave the house and never return because it's all too much." "That's okay, luv," I said, smiling. "That just means you're like every other new mother." "Really?" she asked. "I was beginning to think something was wrong with me.

In order to go on with our lives, we are always capable of making the ominous into the merely strange.

Thank God we can't tell the future. We'd never get out of bed.

BILL: I have not forsook my responsibilities!- BARBARA: It's "forsaken," big shot! BILL: Actually, "forsook" is also an acceptable usage!- BARBARA: Oh, "forsook" you and the horse you rose in on!

Thank God we can't see the future, we'd never get out of bed.

I don't know what it says about me that I have a greater affinity with the damaged. Probably nothing good.

BARBARA: Even if things don't work out with you and Marsha. BILL: Cindy. BARBARA: Cindy. BILL: Right. Even if things don't work out. BARBARA: And I'm never really going to understand why, am I? (Bill struggles . . . it seems as if he might say something more, but then:) BILL: Probably not. (Silence. Bill heads for the door. Barbara watches him go and sobs.) BARBARA: I love you . . . I love you . . . (He stands for a moment, his back to her. He exits. Barbara stands, alone.)

Gracias a Dios que no podemos adivinar el futuro. Si nos dijeran lo que iba a pasar, no nos levantaríamos nunca de la cama.

Now that I've let go of my story, I can let go of my life.

I looked Death right in the face.

let you down let you go let you die

So yeah, maybe this will be the rest of our lives. Pot roast and Diet Cokes and my parents making eyes at each other. As for those slaps and punches and hateful words, we'll just sweep those under the rug or wherever they can go.

Acceptance does not mean surrender. It does not mean resignation. Acceptance means I am finally available to the entire spectrum of creative responses.

When you spend any time at all paying attention to the proclivities of the natural world, you realize that nature has no problem including in its sorority the dead, dying, and ailing as fully as the lovely, healthy, and whole.

But special people tend to go and do special things," he continued, "and one must accept it as best one can. Whenever I miss old friends, I remind myself that this very act makes them a part of my life. We may be separated by time and distance, and very often by the lack of hours to write each other proper letters, but we remain friends, and I remain grateful.

Things are much more pleasant when you stop being angry.