Quotes About Acceptance

Fighting tricks you into believing you can change the past, even when the past is dead and gone and all of it ashes.

You only want to brawl. You want a fight. Fighting tricks you into believing you can change the past, even when the past is dead and gone and all of it ashes," said Jess.

I have always been proud to be my father's child. And an important part of my journey has been to accept the part of myself that is my father. It is a privilege to carry his work and his legacy forward. I will always strive to walk in his footsteps and become the best person I can, and I invite you to do the same. (Author's note)

I had to second-guess everything. The classmates who had elected me president—did they really think I was the best in the class, or was I just a novelty object they wanted to play with?

just hope it's still living then. The trees don't know your race or your gender identity or your sexuality. The trees don't expel you

You can only do your best. That's all you can do. And if it isn't good enough, it isn't good enough.

A lot of me is very up, and you have to have light and shade. They are both important and you have to be able to balance them. You have to admit that sadness is part of you and that it enriches you. I use it in my work.

Cuando yo es imposible para nosotros cambiar una situacion, el reto es cambiarnos a nosotros mismos.

Een overlevingsstrategie die de morele grondvesten ondermijnt zou ik niet 'overleven' noemen maar 'zelfvernietiging', de aanvaarding van destructieve krachten.

Recht en waarheid zijn niet meer universeel. Dat is een ernstig feit, maar we moeten het accepteren.

Mais n'exagérons rien, puisque c'est là le problème: je suis ici et je sais bien que j'accepte tous les arguments, au prix de pouvoir vivre

You just sit there and tolerate it, the same way everything in this country is tolerated. Every deception, every lie, every bullet in the brains. Just as you are already tolerating bullets in the brains that will be implemented only after the bullet is put in your brains.

Let me see no more of my harsh fate: this useless struggle.

Fairy Tales do not generally come true. If you mary a frog, he stays a frog.

Had not in hours of peace, It learned to lightly look on life.

That's what you really need is self-love. That's the answer to a lot of problems.

You're well enough looked after now' says Farouq. 'We are your friends. Don't we care about you? All this bitterness, it's in your own mind. To be accepted as a human being, you must behave like one. The more human you act, the more human you'll be.' He spoils the effect of this decent speech by adding with a smirk, 'Four-foot cunt.

She thought she could see the lines on his forehead even in this darkness, she thought she could hear his heart beat with this colossal pain that had descended upon them all. She did not pity herself, or them, or wonder what they had done to deserve all of this, or even think that perhaps they were all paying their dues for some sin they had committed in a previous life. This was life, such as it was, and it had to be borne, it had to be lived.

now I know how I want death to come to me strolling in the slanting rain of light … I will say to Death, 'A moment, friend.' And then: 'I'm ready now.

The arrogance to insist on her own unhappiness, her own loneliness, had always been in her, but only now did it venture to emerge; it blossomed, ran wild, smothered her. She was unredeemable and nobody should have the effrontery to redeem her…

Enigma Ya no vendrá nada más. Nunca más será ya primavera. Los calendarios milenarios a cualquiera lo predicen. Pero tampoco verano y más adelante lo que tiene nombres tan buenos como "veraniego"- No vendrá ya nada más. No debes llorar, dice una música. Más no dice nadie.

When someone is living in the vapors of his happiness, when he no longer has many words at his disposal, simply "God bless you", "May God reward you," then people should not attempt to wash him, should not wash off what is good for him, should not try and clean him up for a new life that does not exist.

Grenzt hier ein Wort an mich, so lass ich's grenzen. Liegt Böhmen noch am Meer, glaub ich den Meeren wieder. Und glaub ich noch ans Meer, so hoffe ich auf Land. Bin ich's, so ist's ein jeder, der ist soviel wie ich. Ich will nichts mehr für mich. Ich will zugrunde gehen. Zugrund - das heisst zum Meer, dort find ich Böhmen wieder. Zugrund gerichtet, wach ich ruhig auf. Von Grund auf weiss ich jetzt, und ich bin unverloren.

What of those loving, accepting, understanding voices? Do you hear them? Or do you only hear what hurts?