Quotes About Acceptance

Mine was the only white face in the crowded restaurant, but I was coming to terms with my whiteness. No one had tried to murder me yet. No one seemed to care.

Rejection comes easy, because you learn quickly that the worst thing that can happen is to hear the word no

Rich folks can tolerate almost anything, but not rejection.

What about the New Testament and Jesus's sermons on forgiveness?" "It's not convenient. He also preached love first, tolerance, acceptance, equality. But most Christians I know are quite good at cherry-picking their way through the Holy Scriptures.

Mordecai was not one to worry about the things he couldn't change. His desk was covered with the battles he could win.

Part of being a good kid was learning to overlook the shortcomings of adults.

Creía que no te arrepentías nunca de nada —comentó Mark. —Esto son errores, no arrepentimientos. Se acabaron los arrepentimientos, y es una pérdida de tiempo flagelarse por ellos. Pero los errores son movimientos en falso del pasado que pueden afectar al futuro. Con suerte, los errores pueden contenerse o incluso corregir.

Finally, as the first trace of dawn peeked through a window, he accepted the solemn reality that it was time for the killing.

It just don't seem fair." "Who said life is fair?

A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his.

A un perro no le importa si uno es rico o pobre, educado o iletrado, listo o aburrido. Si uno le brinda el corazón, él responderá brindando el suyo

Nonostante tutte le delusioni e le aspettative disattese, Marley ci aveva fatto un dono, spontaneo e inestimabile. Ci aveva insegnato l'arte dell0amore incondizionato. Come darlo, come accettarlo. Dove c'è quest'amore, gli altri pezzi vanno quasi sempre a posto.

On January 3, 1567, Mary wrote to say that she accepted the offer

We are not forced to accept the things that grieve us

Judaism, again, was rejected when it rejected the Messiah.

Certainly a liberal education does manifest itself in a courtesy, propriety, and polish of word and action, which is beautiful in itself, and acceptable to others; but it does much more.

Everyone is doing what they have to do, and everyone is doing the best they can. And soon you will be going home.

At some point I asked her if she was at peace with the idea of dying. She looked at me like I was stupid and insane. "No," she said. "I want to live." You idiot! would have finished the sentence nicely. It was one of the only times she seemed really disappointed in me. I realized I had learned everything I know about death from movies. There is no peace in dying.

I wish she were alive, but I am grateful for her death. If she were alive, I would likely still be working at the literary agency. For how much longer in my life would I have believed there was time for everything? And by the time I faced my own mortality at the Bookmill in western Massachusetts, how much less would I have done? Her leaving taught me about the worst sadness, one we all must face eventually. I feel lucky I am better equipped to help others who are going through it now.

There is no peace in dying.

There are transitions in life whether we want them or not. You get older. You lose jobs and loves and people. The story of your life may change dramatically, tragically, or so quietly you don't even notice. It's never any fun, but it can't be avoided. Sometimes you just have to walk into the cold dark water of the unfamiliar and suffer for a while.

You are sleeping and farting and snorting and flaking and puking in close proximity, and there is no way to hide all of these sounds and smells from your beloved. You see your partner unhinge their jaw to say the worst things, or shed their disgusting skin to become something new, and you have to accept and forgive these things. A marriage, like a python, is expensive.

But even though we were all horrifying reminders of our own mortality, it was nice to see my old, crumbling friends.

The emotional garbage I had carried all of those years - the prejudice and the denial, the shame and the guilt - was dissolved by understanding that the Other is not other at all.