Quotes About Acceptance

He who dies a thousand deaths meets the final hour with the calmness of one who approaches a well remembered door.

Those who hate themselves, cannot love or trust others.

What's wrong with running away from reality if it sucks?!

If that guy don't look like the loneliest thing ever. And it ain't because he's turned his back on the world. With him, everybody's happy to see him coming, but no one's sorry to see him go. And anybody who catches sight of him is bound to step aside on account of the intense scent he's got about him.

When she lets go of me I feel that I don't need to offer to become a different person, it has happened already.

Things that other people do, or that happen to people you love, are some of the things you can't fight.

Mom always tells me to celebrate everyone's uniqueness. I like the way that sounds.

At some point on your road you have to turn and start walking back towards yourself. Or the past will pursue you, and bite the nape of your neck, leave you bleeding in the ditch. Better to turn and face it with such weapons as you possess.

We don't have to invite pain in, he thinks. It's waiting for us: sooner rather than later.

Queen Katherine, whose boys have all died, takes it patiently: that is to say, she suffers.

Call no man happy. Call no man happy until he has gone down to his grave in peace.

The dead do not negotiate.

The feeling around his heart—that it is crushed, forced out of shape—he now understands as a deformity caused by grief.

It is not so important, what happens to the body. I have led in some ways a blessed life. God has been good and not tested me. Now he does I cannot fail him. I have been vigilant over my heart, and I have not always liked what I have found there. If it comes into the hands of the hangman at the last, so be it. It will be in God's hands soon enough.

Death is your prince, you are not his patron; when you think he is engaged elsewhere, he will batter down your door, walk in and wipe his boots on you.

I found an easier way to be.

if you're dead, Peterborough is as good a place as any.

Di che natura è il limite fra la verità e la menzogna? È permeabile e sfocato, poiché è disseminato di voci, dicerie, malintesi e storie alterate. La verità può buttare giù i cancelli, può urlare per strada; se però non è piacevole, gradita e facile da accettare, è condannata a piagnucolare davanti alla porta di servizio.

Well, ' he says, 'if you're dead, Peterborough is as good a place as any.

We don't have to invite pain in.It's waiting for us:sooner than later

She had to go," said Rose. "It was because of her angel," said Indigo. "And because of Granddad," added Caddy. "And because of her nose stud." "And because her name isn't on the color chart." "She's lonely," said Rose. "That's why.

You can't be disgusting to people just because they annoy you!" she exclaimed very crossly. "Thousands of people annoy me! Millions of people annoy millions of people all the time! . . . You have to put up with them.

For Saffron," it said in shaky old writing on the damaged base, and on the other side, "Saffy's angel." Saffron, picking up the broken fragments one by one, said it didn't matter. She hugged Rose and Indigo and Caddy and Sarah, and said again and again that it didn't matter, it didn't matter at all.

Oh, Caddy," said Saffron miserably. "I know. It's awful. But I'm going. We all should." "It will be so sad." "You have to be sad sometimes," said Caddy. "Whatever Dad says. He may be right. Granddad probably had totally lost his marbles, but I am still sad and I'm still going to the funeral. I shall be as unhappy as I like and I shall where black.