Quotes About Acceptance

All I want," she said softly to the dark, "is for you to love me. Not because of what I can do or what I look like, or because I love you—just because I am.

She sounded as though love were an unfortunate but unavoidable condition.

I'm a man, Sassenach," he said, very softly. "If I thought there was a choice Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then I maybe couldna do it. Ye dinna need to be so brave about things if ye ken ye canna help it, aye?" He looked at me then, with a faint smile. "Like a woman in childbirth, aye? Ye must do it, and it makes no difference if you're afraid—ye'll do it. It's only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.

And in the end, it does not matter. I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.

Is it true—that I won't forget?" He paused for a moment, hand on her hair. "Aye, that's true," he said softly. "But it's true, too, that it willna matter after a time.

It's what happens when you live through things you shouldn't have been able to live through and can't reconcile that knowledge with the fact that you did.

Calmar el dolor y el miedo a la muerte servía para atenuar los propios temores.

Home is where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

One had known the care of other men from his earliest years, a part of the duty of his birthright; the other had come to it later, but both felt that burden to be the will of God, she had no doubt at all-both accepted that duty without question, would honor it, or die in trying. She only hoped it wouldn't come to that-for either of them.

YOU KNOW THAT SOMETHING is coming. Something—a specific, dire, and awful something—will happen. You envision it, you push it away. It rolls slowly, inexorably, back into your mind. You make what preparation you can. Or you think you do, though your bones know the truth—there isn't any way to sidestep, accommodate, lessen the impact. It will come, and you will be helpless before it.

accept the notion of one's own mortality, and yet live fully, was a paradox worthy of Socrates.

An unaccustomed weed of jealousy sprang up in Jamie's heart, stinging like nettles. He stamped firmly on it; he was fortunate indeed to know that his son enjoyed a loving relationship with his stepfather. There, that was the weed stamped out. The stamping, though, seemed to have left a small bruised spot on his heart; he could feel it when he breathed.

Forgiveness doesna make things go away.

Let the dead bury the dead, Sassenach," he said softly. "The past is gone—the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.

Like forgiveness, it was not a thing once learned and then comfortably put aside but a matter of constant practice—to accept the notion of one's own mortality, and yet live fully, was a paradox worthy of Socrates.

I am what God has made me, and must deal with the Times in which He has placed me.

have always kent what it is to love a man—be he husband or brother, lover or son. A dangerous business; that's what it is. Men go where they will, they do as they must; it is not a woman's part to bid them stay, nor yet to reproach them for being what they are—or for not coming back.

A trained surgeon is also a potential killer, and an important bit of the training lies in accepting the fact. Your intent is entirely benign—or at least you hope so—but you are laying violent hands on someone, and you must be ruthless in order to do it effectively. And sometimes the person under your hands will die, and knowing that Ã¢â'¬Â¦ you do it anyway. I

Does it bother you that I'm not a virgin?" He hesitated a moment before answering. "Well, no," he said slowly, "so long as it doesna bother you that I am." He grinned at my drop-jawed expression, and backed toward the door.

O verdadeiro perdão não é forçado - disse -, mas cai como o suave sereno do céu...

DON'T ASK QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT TO HEAR THE ANSWERS TO In the woods, an hour's ride outside Philadelphia JOHN GREY HAD BEEN quite resigned to

Then ye live with it, laddie, he said softly. That's all.

Aye, I see. Aye well, I suppose if I shall be in Scotland, and still married to you—then maybe 'when' doesna matter so much.

He had enough experience in the business of prayer to recognize an answer when it showed up, though, however unwelcome.