Quotes About Acceptance

Two thousand years ago, a church elder named Peter wrote the recipe for community. "Above all else," he wrote, "hold unfailing your love for one another, since love covers a multitude of sins" (1 Peter 4:8). That means when you love a person, you occasionally have to turn a blind eye toward their shortcomings.

How'd you like to gaze at a beer can throughout eternity? It might not be so bad. There'd be nothing to fear.

I don't judge, not even myself.

What he did not know then is that it is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.

Why is love so good...? You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and you say What's happening? and they say, I got a better offer someplace else, and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to. And if you do find someone to give it to, the same thing happens all over.

Death is very close, he thought. When you think in this manner. I can feel it, he decided. How near I am. Nothing is killing me; I have no enemy, no antagonist; I am merely expiring, like a magazine subscription: month by month.

I use this as a paradigm for our whole attitude toward life, what you did was you worked very hard, you try to understand and try to direct these complicated, powerful forces and at the very end of the struggle you've made no progress at all. That upon discovering that, you've raised to a lofty moral height, and you've accepted your fate, and somehow went on.

That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it...

The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism––with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it––could never have reconciled itself to. "I can't stand the way you androids give up," he said savagely.

That's what it means to die, to not be able to stop looking at whatever's in front of you. Some darn thing placed directly there, with nothing you can do about it such as selecting anything or changing anything. You can only accept what's put there as it is.

Yet, the dark fire waned: the life force oozed out of her, as he had so often witnessed before with other androids. The classic resignation. Mechanical, intellectual acceptance of that which a genuine organism - with two billion years of the pressure to live and evolve hagriding it - could never have reconciled itself to.

It would have been rewarding to talk to Dave, he decided. Dave would have approved what I did. But also he would have understood the other part, which I don't think even Mercer comprehends. For Mercer everything is easy, he thought, because Mercer accepts everything. Nothing is alien to him. But what I've done, he thought; that's become alien to me. In fact everything about me has become unnatural; I've become an unnatural self.

What a job to have to do , Rick thought. I'm a scourge, like famine or plague. Where I go the ancient curse follows. As Mercer said, I am required to do wrong. Everything I've done has been wrong from the start. Anyhow, now it's time to go home. Maybe after I've been there awhile with Iran, I'll forget.

Does this cure your depression?" he asked her. "It cures mine." Iran said, "It certainly does cure my depression. Now we can admit to everybody that the sheep's false." "No need to do that," he said cautiously. "But we can," Iran persisted. "See, now we have nothing to hide; what we've always wanted has come true. It's a dream!

Oh no, she said, still smiling; her eyes poured over with light, that of compassion. She understood how he felt, that this was not an impulse only. But the answer was still no, and, he knew, it would always

That's because you're a highly moral person. I'm not. I don't judge, not even myself.

When the senile patient awakens in the morning and asks for his mother, remind him that she is long since dead, that he is over eighty years old and living in a convalescent home, and that this is 1992 and not 1913 and that he must face reality and the fact that

He thought, We will miss Roberta Rockingham when she dies; of us, she is the most benign and stable. Because, he realized, she knows she is soon going to die.

Mercer doesn't have to do anything alien to him. He suffers but at least he isn't required to violate his own identity.

I almost passed the IQ test,' he said in a low, shaky voice.' I'm not very special, only moderately'[…]

Talk all you want, Rick said. Talk all the way to the tomb, he said to himself. If you feel like it. It didn't matter to him.

I'll be all right," he said, and thought, And I'm going to die. Both those are true, too.

You're not going to be able to hunt androids any longer," she said calmly. "So don't look sad. Please.

I used to condemn junkies, like they could get off the stuff if they really wanted to, and that is just as stupid as saying, You could grow eyes in the back of your head if you really wanted to.