Quotes About Acceptance

How does she feel about leaving her family? But it was always her wyrd.

She liked time at the edge of things-the edge of the crowd, the edge of the pool, the edge of the wood-where all must pass but none quite belonged.

Belonging was not a seer's wyrd.

Contempt for others, like a dog driven from the hall, always found its way back.

Anger isn't a bad thing. It's just a feeling. Learn it. Understand it.

It's about letting go. It might sound crazy, but it's a kind of acceptance. A being right there and a not being there.

Death is not something I like to play guessing games with.

She might wish Bony were bigger, and she might wish for a shield, but this was what she had.

It was a good place, a fine place, it should have been her place to belong. Only it was not; Arturus did not want her.

Hild did what she always she did when she couldn't influence a thing; she stopped thinking about it.

She knows when to let go. You should, too.

Christ wasn't their god, some muttered, not yet. But most didn't care. They were happy to eat.

Tell my mother: They are my people. They are my path. It's where I belong. She'll understand.

I'm not a vampire. If you invite me in, you can always get rid of me later.

She watched her mother, and Begu, and Gwladus, and felt, for the first time in an age, at home and ordinary.

They both turned to look at me and I wondered how a person could become the outsider so fast.

You've made more of a life here in three weeks than you've done in five years in Atlanta. I only wonder that you've managed to hide from the obvious for so long. This place is ideal for a Norwegian who isn't really Norwegian anymore. It positively reeks of Scandanavia, all clean and shiny and Americanized full of rules that people obey with a smile when it pleases them and break with a smile when it doesn't. Ideal for you.

Whoever you are, Peretur, I would have you.

To tolerate does not mean to forget that what we tolerate does not deserve anything more

Zichzelf veroordelen is niet minder pretentieus dan zichzelf vergeven.

Every civilization is a dialogue with death.

He who accepts the rank which nature assigns him does not turn into the mere absence of what he is not. Even the most modest thing has, in its proper place, immeasurable worth.

Serenity is the fruit of uncertainty freely accepted.

Let us be careful not to call accepting what degrades us without any resistance "accepting life".