Quotes About Acceptance

Grief turns out to be a place none of us know until we reach it.

I am what I am. To look for 'reasons' is beside the point.

Until now I had been able only to grieve, not mourn. Grief was passive. Grief happened.

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough / without ever having felt sorry for itself.

some events in life would remain beyond my ability to control or manage them. Some events would just happen.

Because the reality of death has not yet penetrated awareness, survivors can appear to be quite accepting of the loss.

A doctor to whom I occasionally talk suggest that I have made an inadequate adjustment to aging. Wrong, I want to say. In fact I have made no adjustment whatsoever to aging. In fact I had lived my entire life to date without seriously believing that I would age.

It was in fact the ordinary nature of everything preceding the event that prevented me from truly believing it had happened, absorbing it, incorporating it, getting past it.

In one guise or another, Indians always are. Again, it is a question of recognizing that anything worth having has its price. People who respect themselves are willing to accept the risk that the Indians will be hostile, that the venture will go bankrupt, that the liaison may not turn out to be one in which every day is a holiday because you're married to me. They are willing to invest something of themselves; they may not play at all, but when they do play, they know the odds.

I am easy here in a way that I am not easy in other places.

The death of a parent, he wrote, "despite our preparation, indeed, despite our age, dislodges things deep in us, sets off reactions that surprise us and that may cut free memories and feelings that we had thought gone to ground long ago.

Yet I was myself in no way prepared to accept this news as final: there was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible. That was why I needed to be alone. After

Grief, when it comes, is nothing we expect it to be.

It seemed that the marriage had reached the traditional truce, the point at which so many resign themselves to cutting both their losses and their hopes.

When my mother was near death at age ninety she told me that she was ready to die but could not. "You and Jim need me," she said. My brother and I were by then in our sixties.

The error, if it was an error, had been there from the beginning. I left it as it was. Why do you always have to be right. Why do you always have to have the last word. For once in your life just let it go.

Uno no teme por lo que ha perdido. Lo que ha perdido ya está en el muro. Lo que ha perdido ya está al otro lado de las puertas cerradas. Uno teme por lo que todavía no ha perdido. Puede que ustedes todavía no vean nada por perder. Y, sin embargo, no hay día en su vida en que yo no la vea.

Why did I keep stressing what was and was not normal, when nothing about it was?

De fiecare dat? aceste rug?minÈ›i pentru prezenÈ›a lui nu au f?cut decât s?-mi înt?reasc? conÈ™tiinÈ›a t?cerii definitive care ne-a desp?rÈ›it.

I know what 'nothing' means, and I keep on playing. Why, BZ would say. Why not, I say.

I can now afford to think about her. I no longer cry when I hear her name. I no longer imagine the transporter being called to take her to the morgue after we left the ICU. Yet I still need her with me.

Why, if those were my images of death, did I remain so unable to accept the fact that he had died? Was it because I was failing to understand it as something that had happened to him? Was it because I was still understanding it as something that had happened to me?

She wrote in a world in which mourning was still recognized, allowed, not hidden from view.

I myself have always found that if I examine something, it's less scary. I grew up in the West, and we always had this theory that if you saw - if you kept the snake in you eye line, the snake wasn't going to bite you. And that's kind of way I feel about confronting pain. I want to know where it is.