Quotes About Acceptance

we don't get to choose our own hearts. We can't make ourselves want what's good for us or what's good for other people. We don't get to choose the people we are.

As terrible as this is, I get it. WE can't choose what we want and don't want and that's the hard lonely truth. Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it's going to kill us. We can't escape who we are

Probably I'll be dead soon.

Quizá la buena suerte se parecía a la mala suerte en que tardabas un tiempo en asimilarla.

Does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end--and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

No second chances.

Maturity requires a final accommodation between our aspirations and our limitations.

We find a place for what we lose. Although we know that after such a loss the acute stage of mourning will subside, we also know that we shall remain inconsolable and will never find a substitute. No matter what may fill the gap, even if it be filled completely, it nevertheless remains something else. (Freud, 1961, p. 386)

I think guns are just a symbolic substitute for male genitalia, and I'm okay in that respect." "Fine. If they get in the house, you can whack them with your genitals.

Besides, if a guy couldn't accept the way a woman looked when she woke up, he wasn't worth waking up next to. Not

If you're stuck in hell, you might as well roast some marshmallows. Conversation,

I once held my existence dear With every breath a welcome chore But now my days are spent in fear Of when my days will be no more

When the coronavirus pandemic in 2020 triggered the sharpest decline in consumer spending ever recorded, commentators were soon debating how many deaths might be acceptable to keep the economy "open.

A loving wife will do anything for her husband except stop criticizing him and trying to improve him.

One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.

El dolor del duelo no es el dolor de perder, sino dolor de reencontrar lo que se perdió sabiéndolo uno irremediablemente perdido".

Comprendí, mi cuerpo comprendió, que nunca perderé todo y que si gano, no ganaré nunca sin perder".

We can ask and ask but we can't have again what once seemed ours for ever - the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on a belfry floor, a remembered voice, the touche of a hand, a loved face. They've gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass.

If a man is straight, there is no reason for him to feel threatened by a gay man.

The black church must preach the truth and become a place where all men can come and hear the word without feeling they will be judged or ostracized, regardless of their sexual orientation.

We must cultivate, all of us, a certain ignorance, a certain blindness, or society will not be tolerable.

You are going to end up as one of those sad old men who poke around in rubbish bins." "I'm going to end up in a hole in the ground... And so are you. So are we all.

It gets harder all the time, Bev Shaw once said. Harder, yet easier. One gets used to things getting harder; one ceases to be surprised that what used to be hard as hard can be grows harder yet.

I truly believe I am not afraid of death. What I shrink from, I believe, is the shame of dying as stupid and befuddled as I am.