Quotes About Acceptance

I am proud that I fought so hard against the world, relieved that I made my fragile truce with it. I can greet it now, from time to time, as it really is.

A woman who no longer cares about how she looks has given up on more than fashion – she's given up on life.

Are we at war with fate?

Dying," she said in her last week, "is normal. It's as normal as being born.

sometimes we must accept what we can and cannot do.

We can't cherry-pick the parts of our story we'd like to keep. Our lives are a melting pot of regrets, triumphs, sorrow and joy. You have to accept it all.

Be grateful for the time you did have instead of regretful for the time you didn't,' I say.

Rose believed in cats-in feeding them and cuddling them. She did not find cats a nuisance in the least. She found them soft, quiet, gentle, and for the most part accepting. She loved the feeling when a cat plopped in her lap. She often wondered how they could be so comforting without ever saying a word. How they could seem to listen, to understand.

To be unloved is not easy.

and powerless and weak, an outcast. Glaux bless you for your belief in legends.

Dear David, Are you a Tibetan monk yet? I used to hate you because you didn't love me so much you would give up your whole life for me. I expect this of every man. In retrospect, I realize that I was also selfish: I should have stopped making demands that you not be the closet female-hating sadist you are.

The personal interiorization of the practice of humiliation is called humility.

Because of Warhol, we were no longer freaks, outside society. It's really partly because of Warhol that I can now get angry when people treat me as an outsider, as in Brisbane char Nicholas Zurbrugg, tattooed and pierced, because of Warhol (to begin with) I don't even have to think to reply, if you think chat, you're the freak. I am society as much as you.

Our high school suffered a huge loss of life. But as awful as the tsunami was, good things actually came of it. We learned that out there on the ocean, there's no such thing as popular kids and unpopular kids. We were all equal and all valuable.

Hatred is not a crime.

Don't cry over anything that can't cry over you.

For us there is little to say. After all, we know that death belongs to life, that it is unavoidable and comes when it wants.

Why do you need to turn everything on its head, Charles", he used to ask him, half annoyed and half wondering, "isn't the world beautiful and harmonious as it is?

clearly, I am going to need a lot more practice—practice in being present, practice in feeling my feelings and in letting them go, practice in loving, in accepting, and especially practice in holding those most dear to me with a lighter touch. At least I have learned this: It all is a practice. I just have to show up and keep on practicing. Breathe. Relax. Feel. Watch. Allow.

Ever since childhood, I've felt a tension between who I think I should be-- smarter, more confident, more creative, more adventurous, more out going- and who I am: quiet, introspective, sensitive, and solitary. If I could only be better, I think- a better wife, a better mother, a better writer, a better human- then I would feel more sure of myself and more worthy. More deserving of life.

How easy it is to miss the gift of who we are, because we're so busy trying to become somebody else. Maybe all I really need to do- all anyone needs to do- is trust in what we love and continue to do that.

My real task is not to try to reinvent myself or to transcend my life after all, but to inhabit it more fully, to appreciate it, and to thoughtfully tend whats already here. .. embracing and welcoming the person I actually am and quietly making the contribution I have to offer- whether its a manuscript page or an email to my old next-door neighbor. What matters is not the grandness of the gesture, but its source. If I do my work, all of it, with love, then it is worthy.

I was so busy trying to figure out what I should be doing that I couldn't see the truth: All I really needed to do was focus on who I wanted to be. Love is the gift I've had to offer all along, in all its different forms. I just didn't ever quite believe that it-or I- was enough.

As time goes on, I find myself caring less about fitting in, and more about nurturing those relationships that fit who I truly am.