Quotes About Acceptance

The pleasing punishment that women bare....

Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee...

Know the grave doth gape for thee thrice wider than for other men.

If I had my mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do my liking: in the meantime, let me be that I am, and seek not to alter me.

Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair To be death's conquest and make worms thine heir.

This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong: To love that well which thou must leave ere long.

He that is robb'd, not wanting what is stol'n, Let him not know't and he's not robb'd at all.

He that cuts off twenty years of life Cuts off so many years of fearing death.

Kaç?n?lmaz felaketler kar??s?nda s?zlanmak, gülmek kadar aptalcad?r.

I cannot be a man with wishing, therefore I will die a woman with grieving.

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all, What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call, All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more. Then if for my love thou my love receivest, I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest, But yet be blam'd, if thou this self deceivest By willful taste of what thyself refusest.

If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, and hug it in mine arms.

I think he would not wish himself anywhere but where he is.

Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.

There 's a special providence in the fall of a sparrow. If it be now, 't is not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now; if it be not now, yet it will come: the readiness is all. Since no man has aught of what he leaves, what is 't to leave betimes? Hamlet. V.2

Your part in her you could not keep from death, But heaven keeps his part in eternal life. The most you sought was her promotion; For 'twas your heaven she should be advanced: And weep ye now, seeing she is advanced Above the clouds, as high as heaven itself? O, in this love, you love your child so ill, That you run mad, seeing that she is well: She's not well married that lives married long; But she's best married that dies married young.

Sirrah, your Father's dead: And what will you do now? How will you live? Son: As birds do, mother. L. Macd: What with worms and flies? Son: With what I get, I mean; and so do they.

We cannot but obey the powers above us. Could I rage and roar as doth the sea She lies in, yet the end must be as 'tis.

A friend should bear his friend's infirmities

Which is worse, past or future? Neither. I will fold up my mind like a leaf and drift on this stream over the brink. Which will be soon, and then the dark, and then be done with this ugliness...

Maybe that's the key to happiness—being sort of dumb, not wanting to know any of the answers.

Is it best to know about a child's death, even one so horrible, or to know that the child lives but that you will never, never see him again?

Then he undressed and brushed his teeth. He examined his face in the slightly tarnished looking-glass above the wash-basin. He was fifty-seven, but according to this reflection older. His face would seem younger if he put on a bit of weight; chubbiness could be made to cover a multitude of sins. But he didn't want that; he liked being thought of as beyond things.

She thought of death and of her own in particular: the death of her body and the death of her face.