Quotes About Acceptance

As I recall this I realize how open we are to the persistent message that we can avert death. And to its punitive correlative, the message that if death catches us we have only ourselves to blame. Only

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

I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.

Character — the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life — is the source from which self-respect springs.

Things happened in life that mothers could not prevent or fix.

I know why we try to keep the dead alive: we try to keep them alive in order to keep them with us. I also know that if we are to live ourselves there comes a point at which we must relinquish the dead, let them go, keep them dead. Let them become the photograph on the table. Let them become the name on the trust accounts. Let go of them in the water.

Perhaps it is difficult to see the value in having one's self back in that kind of mood, but I do see it; I think we are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends.

Nonetheless, character--the willingness to accept responsibility for one's own life--is the source from which self-respect springs.

Grief was passive. Grief happened. Mourning, the act of dealing with grief, required attention.

la historia de un hombre que regresa a un lugar que amó y se encuentra a las tres de la madrugada haciendo frente al conocimiento de que él ya no es la persona que amó ese lugar y ya no volverá a ser nunca la persona que había querido ser.

When my father was told that I had been rejected from Stanford, he shrugged and offered me a drink.

If the dead were truly to come back, what would they come back knowing? Could we face them? We who allowed them to die? The clear light of day tells me that I did not allow John to die, that I did not have that power, but do I believe that? Does he?

We are well advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind's door at 4AM of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed.

Like when someone dies, don't dwell on it

I like every part of growing older except what happens to your feet. Written by Avis DeVoto to Julia Child in As Always, Julia

You don't know what you're going to be faithful to in this world, do you? It was true I didn't have what other people had, I knew that, and yet I couldn't think of a single other life I envied - no, I couldn't - though I knew better than to try to get anyone to believe it.

Get over yourself - You are not the center of the universe.' 'Understand that life itself (and emotions) are impermanent.

She understood very well that when you took a good look under a clear, hard light, the world was a fucked-up hellhole. Most people knew this, she'd known this, but nobody wanted to think about it all the time. It didn't pay to forget for too long.

Get over yourself - You're not the only pebble on the beach.' 'Understand that life itself (and emotions) are impermanent.

It is infatuation that is blind. Love sees the flaws only too clearly, but goes on caring just the same, in spite of all

She saw. And, painful though the knowledge was, it was also a relief. She had not failed with Arthur, nor had Morgan stolen him from her. He had belonged to Morgan long before she came into his life.

What I really wanted — and needed — were friends of my own. People who would like and accept me for myself. Once

Never try to teach a pig to sing. You'll annoy the pig and lose your voice.

Kids that age are very accepting. If we could just get them to keep that attitude, it might be a kinder world.