Quotes About Acceptance

I am the Love that dare not speak its name.

Old man! 'Tis not difficult to die.

I will not ask where thou liest low, Nor gaze upon the spot; There flowers or weeds at will may grow, So I behold them not

With nothing left to love— there's naught to dread.

Advice is seldom welcome and those who need it the most like it the least.

Minds are like parachutes they work best when open.

I have a lot of -- I struggle with a lot of shame over my past. There have been times when I've been incredibly embarrassed about the things that happened to me. I don't think that there is one human being in this world that would wish, you know, to be injured as a kid the way -- in ways that I was.

If you're sexy, everybody will love you. That's what I wanted -- for everybody to love me.

We're all dancing in the darkness.

Great minds have always seen it. That is why man has survived his journey this long. When we fail to wish any longer to be otherwise than what we are, we will have ceased to evolve. Evolution has to be lived forward. I say this as one who has stood above the bones of much that has vanished, and at midnight has examined his own face.

I had not expected the gentle, tentative surge of gratitude I began to feel...for St. Paul's School, the spring, and the early morning. I needed the morning light and the warbling birds. I needed to find a way to live in this place for a moment and get the good of it. I had tried to hold myself apart, and the aloneness proved more terrible than what I had tried to escape.

What you want your life to be and what it becomes are never the same," I said. "It's only about what you end up with or what you settle for. And by the time that happens, it's too late for you to do anything else" "What would you have changed?" she asked. "The last twenty years," I said.

But what is done is done, and you cannot change that. Ma quelche fatto è fatto e non si può cangiar.

The pain, the sense of loss, of fear—it would hit out of nowhere. She'd learned this. She'd also learned to accept it, and to bow under it, give in to it, because the harder she tried to shove it away, the harder it hit next time around, and it would be all the more debilitating

That's all everyone wants—to be loved. To belong. To be forgiven for their sins.

us down? Does understanding help us heal? I don't think anything really heals trauma. You just find some kind of narrative to learn to cohabit with it.

You are beautiful. You are strong. You are enough. You don't need to be anything more. Or less.

Beulah drifts deeper. Part of her knows tonight is the night she will not wake from her slumber. Come morning she will be gone, and this house will be Horton's.

This is it. No more secrets. No more walls. The now is all we've got. I want truth. The whole truth. I'm no longer afraid of looking too deep. I'm ready no matter what I find.

Hannah Arendt, a German-American political theorist. She used it in her 1960s thesis, where she postulated that all great evils in history, the Holocaust in particular, were not executed by fanatics or sociopaths, but by ordinary people who accepted the premise of their government or state.

We . . . all just need to feel worthy, don't we? To be loved. To belong. Because if we don't feel that we belong somewhere, how can we ever call it home? Isn't it a most basic survival thing, because to be cast out of a group, or a herd, can mean death?

should experience grief?" She stormed off and slapped through

I don't think anything really heals trauma. You just find some kind of narrative to learn to cohabit with it.

Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren't even thinking about loss, and suddenly you couldn't get it out of your mind again.