Quotes About Acceptance

Race hate isn't human nature; race hate is the abandonment of human nature.

Yale philosopher Harry Frankfurt writes, "One of the salient features of our culture is that there is so much bullshit. Everyone knows this. Each of us contributes his share. But we tend to take the situation for granted.

Jean Jacques Rousseau was at least right about this: better to face up to one's chains than to deck them with flowers and pretend they are not chains." ? Os Guinness, A Free People's Suicide: Sustainable Freedom and the American Future

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn't matter how, I'll be alright. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won't mind it too much if I remain outside their lives. The one thing I must avoid is becoming offensive in their eyes: I shall be nothing, the wind, the sky.

People talk of "social outcasts." The words apparently denote the miserable losers of the world, the vicious ones, but I feel as though I have been a "social outcast" from the moment I was born. If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.

The thought of dying has never bothered me, but getting hurt, losing blood, becoming crippled and the like—no thanks.

I want to spend my time with people who don't look to be respected. But such good people won't want to spend their time with me.

It made me miserable that I was rapidly becoming an adult and that I was unable to do anything about it.

I smiled in my weakness.

What uneasiness lies in being loved.

Whenever anyone criticized me I felt certain that I had been living under the most dreadful misapprehension. I always accepted the attack in silence, though inwardly so terrified as almost to be out of my mind.

There was something wrong about thse people. But perhaps, just as it is true of my love, they could not go on living except in the way they do. If it is true that man, once born into the world, must somehow live out his life, perhaps the appearance that people make in order to go through with it, even if it is as ugly as their appearance, should not be despised. To be alive. To be alive. An intolerably immense undertaking before which one can only gasp in apprehension.

As long as I can make them laugh, it doesn't matter how, I'll be all right. If I succeed in that, the human beings probably won't mind it too much I remain outside their lives.

If ever I meet someone society has designated as an outcast, I invariably feel affection for him, an emotion which carries me away in melting tenderness.

I didn't know whether it was better to maintain a fierce distinction between yourself and your acquaintances in society in order to deal with and respond properly to things in a pleasant manner, or rather never to hide yourself, to remain true to yourself always, even if they say bad things about you

En mi existencia ya no existe la felicidad o el sufrimiento. Todo pasa.

My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no.

Mutsuzlu?um, reddetme yetene?i olmayan birinin mutsuzlu?uydu. Bir ?eyler teklif edilip de reddedince, kar??mdakinin yüre?inde de kendi yüre?imde de onar?lamayacak aleni bir çatla??n olu?aca?? korkusunu ta??rd?m hep.

There's nothing wrong in being a monster, is there? As long as we can stay alive?

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

Each individual has his own way of living. Can we not learn to respect one another's chosen way? One makes every effort to live in a dignified and proper manner, without harming anyone else, yet people will carp and cavil and try to tear one down.

I drop steadily, inevitably, into unhappiness, and I have no specific plan to stave off my descent.

Even if one is not "qualified to be loved," one is eternally "qualified to love." To seek only the joy of being adored is to surrender to savagery and ignorance.