Quotes About Acceptance

we cannot choose for our children whether they live or die. It is a devastating realization, but also liberating. I finally chose life for myself. I chose the perilous but essential path that allows me to accept that Nic will decide for himself how—and whether—he will live his life.

I am a ducker to contemplate opening to the idea of healing.

I am grateful now to have it all—even the worry and the pain.

Nic is absent, only his shell remains. I have been afraid—terrified—to lose Nic, but I have lost him. In the past, I tried to imagine the unimaginable and I tried to imagine bearing the unbearable. I imagined losing Nic by overdose or accident, but now I comprehend that I have already lost him. Today, at least, he is lost.

I can try to forgive myself, whether or not she forgives me, because I was a child, but some things you just live with because you cannot go backward.

From them, I learned another lesson: that I can accept-in fact am relieved to accept-a world of contradictions, wherein everything is gray and almost nothing is black and white. There is much good, but to enjoy the beauty, the love, one must bear the painful.

I can try to protect my children, to help and guide them, and I can love them, but I cannot save them. Nic, Jasper, and Daisy will live, and someday they will die, with or without me.

It took my near death, however, to comprehend that his fate—and Jasper's and Daisy's—is separate from mine. I can try to protect my children, to help and guide them, and I can love them, but I cannot save them. Nic, Jasper, and Daisy will live, and someday they will die, with or without me.

Sometimes I am all right. Is this what they call letting go? I have let go, if letting go means I am all right sometimes.

The idea of mathematics having an ontology is the very last idea science would ever accept since its acceptance would instantly falsify science and require its replacement by ontological mathematics. Doesn't it alarm you that science deliberately seeks to reject the very thing – mathematics – on which it is 100% reliant?

To psychologically kill something, you must integrate it. To psychologically empower something, you need only avoid it, deny it, repress it, project it, and so on.

George had filled up his head with all the necessary bits and pieces for resolving a problem—all the individual trees—but then hit the forest and was overwhelmed. Finally deciding to accept failure, he let his mind get distracted and . . . plop. There it was: the answer.

Alcoholism is above all a disease of denial.

Can you be grateful for everything? No. But in every moment.

The essence of true friendship is to make allowance for another's little lapses.

I now live in a ghost world, and not everyone who was once close to me wants to venture into this shadowy place to hang out with me. Some people are clearly spooked. I remind them of their own frailty and mortality. I get it; it's understandable. But it confirms my spectral status to me.

Because if you left the straights to handle the party, it just wasn't going to happen.

I must admit I hadn't realized my knees were so sexy.

It won't always be wonderful. It depends on your state of grace.

It was clear that being mentally prepared to die was not quite the same as staring death in the face.

J'ai tenté d'être face à elle un homme fort conscient de ses faiblesses, un homme vêtu qui ne craint pas sa nudité, un homme droit qui connaît ses courbes et ses fractures. Tout ce chemin que j'ai fait pour la rencontrer m'a permis de me parcourir moi-même, c'est long de se parcourir.

We were contented to let things remain as the Great Spirit Chief made them. They were not; and would change the rivers and mountains if they did not suit them. . . .

Quien no ha perdido a quien quiere mientras le dice todo está bien, no pasa nada, no sabe lo que es el amor.

Uno muere a plazos, en contra de lo que pensamos. Porque el final del amor es lo más parecido a la muerte para todos aquellos que no han experimentado la muerte real, que es sin discusión lo más parecido a la muerte. Los muertos, justo antes de morirse, ponen un gesto de ah, vaya, era esto. En cambio, en el final del amor nadie entiende nada, ¿qué es esto?, nadie me había contado nada de esto, porque no reconoce a la muerte entregando uno de sus plazos.