Quotes About Acceptance

Time is a great healer. It just flows on all of its own accord.

Unable to turn back the clock, they let themselves be turned.

You needn't be afraid of them. When you see them, just remember that you, too, like all other human beings, were once a monster in one of your previous lives. Neither hate them nor do battle with them, just continue on your way.

We all have handicaps. The difference is that some of us must reveal ours, while others must conceal theirs, to be treated with mercy.

Death loses its terror if one dies when one has consummated one's life!

Despite the staunchest, most venerable defenses, we can never completely subdue death anxiety: it is always there, lurking in some hidden ravine of the mind.

As we reach the crest of life and look at the path before us, we apprehend that the path no longer ascends but slopes downward toward decline and diminishment. From that point on, concerns about death are never far from mind.

I feel strongly, because a man who will himself die one day in the not to distant future and, also, as a psychiatrist who spent decades dealing with death anxiety, that confronting death allows us, not to open some noisome, Pandora's box, but to re-enter life in a richer, more compassionate manner.

God does not accept me conditionally, on the basis of my performance, but bestows his love and forgiveness freely, despite my innumerable failures.

One who has been touched by grace will no longer look on those who stray as "those evil people" or "those poor people who need our help." Nor must we search for signs of "loveworthiness." Grace teaches us that God loves because of who God is, not because of who we are.

You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

As long as the world's been the world, there's been those who live with it and those who refuse to accept it.

Et puis, c'est la vie; elle ne nous prend que ce qu'elle nous a donné. Ni plus ni moins. (p.190)

When dreams are turned away, death becomes the ultimate salvation….There are only two extremes in human madness: the instant when you become aware of your own impotence and the instant when you become aware of the vulnerability of others. It's a question of accepting one's madness…or suffering it.

Quant à ce que nous appelons fatalité, ce n'est que notre entêtement à ne pas assumer les conséquences de nos petites et grandes faiblesses.

Il est des choses qui nous dépassent. Les contester ne nous mènerait nulle part. Les traquer nous perdrait à jamais. Il faut mettre une croix sur ce qui est fini si l'on veut se réinventer ailleurs.

But how can I accept blindness in order to be happy? How can a man turn his back on himself without coming face-to-face with his own negation? You can't water a flower with one hand and pluck it with the other. When you put a rose in a vase, you don't restore its charm; you denature it. You think you're beautifying your room, but in fact, all you're doing is disfiguring your garden.

Des choses incroyables vous tombent dessus, détournent le cours de votre existence et le bouleversent de fond en comble. Vous avez beau fuir au bout du monde, vous réfugier là où personne ne risque de vous trouver, elles vous suivent à la trace comme une meute de chiens errants et font de vous quelqu'un qui ne vous ressemble en rien et qui devient la seule histoire que l'on retiendra de vous. Certains appellent ces choses "mektoub".

Poverty, I decided, had nothing to do with fate; it was simply a state of mind. We accept the world as we see it; we believe it to be immutable. But if we look away from the misery even for a moment, another path appears, bright as a new penny, and so mysterious that we begin to dream...

Whoever told you a man mustn't cry doesn't know what it means to be a man.... There's no shame in crying, my boy. Tears are the noblest things we have.

One should always look at the sea. It's a mirror that can't lie. Among other things, looking at it has taught me to stop looking behind me. Before, every time I looked over my shoulder, I found my old sorrows and my old ghosts, still intact. They were preventing me from regaining my taste for living. Do you understand what I mean? They were spoiling my chances of rising from my ashes.

That's the reason why I chose to spend my last years here and die in my house on the seashore. A man who looks at the sea turns his back on the misfortunes of the world. Somehow, he resigns himself to them.

Timpul se oprise pentru noi. Bineinteles, ziua continua sa fuga de noapte si seara sa ucida aurorele, dar,in ceea ce ne privea, lucrurile ajunsesera la capatul lor. O noua pagina se deschidea si noi nu figuram acolo. Ratacesc printre umbre si cenusa, de parca as fi o fantoma captive in ruinele mele. Eram convins ca imi pierdusem mintile.

J'avais un compte à régler avec moi-même. On ne fuit jamais soi-même. Je pouvais prendre tous les train de la terre, tous les avions, tous les paquebots, je charrierais partout où j'irais cette chose indomptable qui sécrétais sa bile en moi.