Quotes About Acceptance

In nature,' wrote Alice Walker, 'nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

I now avoid trying to see myself as one thing or the other. I'm not a happy person or a sad person. I am not a calm person or a fearful person. I am a happy, sad, calm, fearful person. I let myself feel it all. And that way I am always open to new feelings.

To be is to let go

Pentru a avea sansa la fericire trainica, trebuie sa te calmezi. Trebuie doar sa fii in acel lucru si sa il faci pur si simplu.

So, you see? Sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all. Sometimes regrets are just . . .' She searched for the appropriate term and found it. 'A load of bullshit.

I used to deal with worry by distracting myself. By going out to clubs, by drinking heavily, by spending summers in Ibiza, by wanting the spiciest food, the brashest movies, the edgiest novels, the loudest music, the latest nights. I was scared of the quiet. I was scared, I suppose, of having to slow down and soften the volume. Scared of having nothing but my own mind to listen to.

I'm sorry,' his other self said, as he sipped his wine and the sun set behind him, 'I've forgotten who you are.' 'Don't worry,' she said. 'So have I.' As she too faded away like the sun that had just been swallowed by the horizon.

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.

She gestured vaguely along the aisle, towards the distance. "Death is outside." "Well, I should go there. Because I want to die." Nora began walking. But Mrs Elm shook her head. "That isn't how death works." "Why not?" "You don't go to death. Death comes to you.

advised I take things "one day at a time," as if there were another way for days to be experienced.

This was the life she had been in mourning for. This was the life she had beaten herself up for not living. This was the timeline she thought she had regretted not existing in.

The hardest dream of all to achieve is the dream of not being tormented by our unlived dreams. To cope with and accept unfulfillment as a natural human condition

The regrets she had been living with most of her life were wasted ones.

Grief is a bastard.

sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness. You can't have one without the other. Of course, they come in different degrees and quantities. But there is no life where you can be in a state of sheer happiness for ever. And imagining there is just breeds more unhappiness in the life you're in.

Introversion is not something you fix via extroversion. You fix it by seeing it as something not to be fixed. So let introversion exist. Allow those journeys inward as well as outward.

Keep reiterating, again and again, that depression is not something you "admit to," it is not something you have to blush about, it is a human experience.

immunise you against sadness. And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness. You can't have one without the other. Of course, they come in different degrees and quantities. But there is no life where you can be in a state of sheer happiness for ever. And imagining there is just breeds more unhappiness in the life you're in.

Maar het punt is: je weet niet wat de toekomst brengen zal. Je kijkt naar het nieuws en dat lijkt angstaanjagend. Maar je weet het nooit zeker. Dat is het hele punt met de toekomst. Je weet het niet. Op een gegeven moment moet je accepteren dat je het niet weet. Je moet ophouden met vooruit te bladeren en je gewoon concentreren op de bladzijde waar je bent.

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imaged accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.

Kita tidak membutuhkan apapun selain diri kita. Kita sudah cukup. Tempat kita disini, Kita sudah berada di tempat yang seharusnya.

There is no rejection, only redirection.

If we demand the future be free from suffering in order to be happy, we can't be happy. It is like demanding the sea be entirely still before we sail on it.