Quotes About Acceptance

Schopenhauer's saying: All great truth goes through three phases. First it is ridiculed, then violently attacked, and finally accepted as self-evident.

She'd started noticing how the bodies didn't seem so bad anymore. Dead, not talking, not posing any threat, they kind of grew on her in a way the living never had.

Si nos deja es para preparar, también un día, nuestra llegada al reino del Señor, para que seamos acogidos con esmero. No imaginé a mi padre con el empeño de prepararme una acogedora llegada al Cielo, ¿me dejaría allí ducharme sin gritarme que cerrara el grifo de una maldita vez? Me costaba imaginar el reencuentro del que hablaba el sacerdote. Como mucho mi padre me aguardaría con su oportuno te lo dije.

Lo de morir despacio y dejar un cadáver gastadísimo me gusta.

Nosotros somos gente normal. Ésa era la absurda definición que mi padre hacía de nosotros. Luché contra ello, con el deseo callado de no ser normal, de ser alguien especial. Pero nunca pude sacudirme de encima ese estigma, el de ser normal.

A todos nos gusta adornar el repaso de la vida propia de aquello que fue luminoso, para morir entre luces y no en la oscuridad del desengaño.

What Marcus Aurelius understood is that all of us are slaves in certain respects, even the emperor of Rome. We are slaves to time and chance; we are indentured to fate. "Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own," he wrote in his Meditations. In another gem, he observed that "it never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own.

We must forget past failures," he advised in one of his sermons, "for many times we forget the things of today in lamenting the failures of the past.… Some men regret the last rays of the setting sun, while others look toward the east for the first light of dawn.

Let it go and Hold on! In the way of so many great philosophies, those apparent opposites prove to be two sides of the same coin. To hold securely to the well-formed purposes of your own will, you must let go of the vain idea that you can control people or events or the tides of fate. You can't change what was, nor entirely control what will be. But you can choose who you are and what you stand for and what you will try to accomplish.

You're entitled to not be strong about everything every instant. And you have the right to admit that it hurts, and that things frighten you.

Stupidity and bigotry are their own worst enemies

Can you change something? If so, do it; if not, don't worry about it – it's that simple.

It's appealing to imagine that if we can just get that one thing in our life to work out-- [...] that everything will be solved, absolved, good to go for good. I slipped into that way of thinking way too often, I admitted to Missy, even though I knew that sometimes in life all of a sudden there you were--standing with your Technics turntables just across the Canadian border, and you're not a new you, you're just you, but in Canada.

I don't care that I'm the only girl out here or the smallest player. I don't care that some people think I shouldn't be here, but I do care that the drills have stopped and my potential teammates are staring at me now like I'm roadkill.

The artist who really loves people loves them so well the way they are he sees no need to disguise their characteristics-he loves them whole, without retouching. Yet the word used for this unqualifying affection is 'cynicism'.

It was frightening to wake up in the morning and know that love did not last, no matter how it was treated.

We will all be destroyed whether we like it or not. I say let's like it.

Midlife is when you have to accept what you've created, knowing that the life you have is is the only one you'll live. And that can be terrifying, until you accept it, and then you are free of terror.

Then it's just day by day. And most days are beautiful, Don. It's regretting yesterday or overthinking tomorrow, that's when ugliness comes in, right?

There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one. —Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go

When you have dogs, you witness their uncomplaining acceptance of suffering, their bright desire to make the most of life in spite of the limitations of age and disease, their calm awareness of the approaching end when their final hours come. They accept death with a grace that I hope I will one day be brave enough to muster.

I can love October in September. September doesn't care.

You've taught me that we're all needed, even those who sometimes think we're worthless, plain and dull. If we love and allow ourselves to be loved...well, a person who loves is the most precious thing in the world, worth all the fortunes that ever were. That's what you've taught me, fur face,and because of you I'll never be the same.

Life is a gift that must be given back and joy should arise from its possession. It's too damn short and that's a fact. Hard to accept this earthly procession to final darkness is a journey done, circle completed, work of art sublime, a sweet melodic rhyme. A battle won.