Quotes About Acceptance

Cái quan tr?ng ? ??i là ph?i k?t thúc m?i th? cho ch?n chu. Có th? ta má»›i yên tâm mà Ä'i ???c. N?u không thì lúc nào trong ta cÅ©ng ??y nh?ng l?i mu?n nói mà ch?ng bao gi? nói, và lòng ta s? n?ng trÄ©u ân h?n.

When the course of experience made me see that there is no saviour and no special grace, no remission beyond the human, that pain is to be endured and fades, if it fades, only with time, then God became nothing to me but a dyslexic dog, with neither bark nor bite.

Things didn't turn out the way they were suppsed to, but qhat can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

A dolgok nem úgy alakultak, ahogy kellett volna, de mit tehet az ember? Úgy kell fogadnunk az életet, ahogy jön, és amennyire lehet, ki kell hoznunk belÅ'le a legjobbat.

Life goes on and you don't touch tigers.

I gave up trying to find out. Any knowledge I might gain was useless. I had no means of controlling where I was going - no rudder, no sails, no motor, some oars, but insufficient brawn.

It's important in life to conclude things properly.Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse.

I supposed in the end, the whole of life becomes an act of letting go, but what always hurts the most is not taking a moment to say goodbye.

If it happened, it happened. Why should it have to mean anything?

His heart is expended that way, of loving the single, particular individual. He loved Clara with every fibre of his being, but now he has nothing left. Or rather, he has learned to live with her absence, and he has no wish to fill that absence; that would be like losing her a second time. Instead he would prefer to be kind to everyone, a less personal but broader love.

Things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

I'll tell you, that's one thing I hate about my nickname, the way the number runs on forever. It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let it go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said, but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day.

Come aboard if your destination is oblivion—it should be our next stop. We can sit together. You can have the window seat, if you want. But it's a sad view. Oh

Within the limits of their nature, they make do with what they have.

And she prays with her eyes closed. It's just a crucifix. And if he's an ape, so be it-he's an ape. He's still the Son of God.

It's important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That

For the first time I noticed—as I would notice repeatedly during my ordeal, between one throe of agony and the next—that my suffering was taking place in a grand setting. I saw my suffering for what it was, finite and insignificant, and I was still. My suffering did not fit anywhere, I realized. And I could accept this. It was all right.

Of the river of time, he worries neither about its spring nor its delta.

You've got the wrong fellow. You may not believe in life, but I don't believe in death. Move on!

When I go to the clinic next and sit with a tube in my arm and watch the poison go in, I'm in an attitude of abject passivity. It doesn't feel like fighting at all it just feels like submitting.

To the dumb question "Why me?" the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: why not?

What's so phony nowadays is all this familiarity. Pretending there isn't any difference between people —well, like you were saying about minorities, this morning. If you and I are no different, what do we have to give each other? How can we ever be friends?

But your book is wrong, Mrs. Strunk, says George, when it tells you that Jim is the substitute I found for a real son, a real kid brother, a real husband, a real wife. Jim wasn't a substitute for anything. And there is no substitute for Jim, if you'll forgive my saying so, anywhere.

Staring and staring into the mirror, it sees many faces within its face - the face of the child, the boy, the young man, the not-so-young man - all present still, preserved like fossils on superimposed layers, and, like fossils, dead. Their message to this live dying creature is: Look at us - we have died - what is there to be afraid of? It answers them: But that happened so gradually, so easily. I'm afraid of being rushed.