Quotes About Acceptance

Wherever you are is called Here and you must treat it as a powerful stranger.

I used to have a silk dressing gown an uncle bought in Japan and when I came downstairs in it, my dad used to call me Davinia. There was never embarrassment about that kind of thing. My sister used to dress me up a lot. She thought I was a little doll.

I think all those rules are boring. About what people can and can't wear. Surely everyone should be able to wear whatever they like?

Never complain, even if you are in great pain.

David Walliams

smiled in a week. "It's nice to see you smile, Dennis. Lisa told me what happened at school. I am very sorry." "Thanks, Raj." "I must say you had me fooled though! Very good you looked, Denise! Ha ha! But I mean, being expelled for putting on a dress. It's absurd! You haven't done anything wrong, Dennis. You mustn't

He could never pretend to love when it was something that came natural to him, nor would he ever accept hatred just because it came natural to someone else.

The truth was, every person had flaws, and it was just up to us to determine which flaws we were willing to accept in life, and which ones we knew we couldn't deal with.

the one certain thing in life is that no one can make the truth untrue simply because it hurts.

Las sociedades —explicaba Mauss— viven de tomar prestado unas de otras, pero se definen a sí mismas más por sus rechazos a los préstamos que por su aceptación.»

Chesterton,' he said gently, 'this is the hardest part of all for you. I know exactly what you're going through and it's no triumph for me to be right. I have transported us all away from your world and your Universe and we have landed on a new planet. Accept that because you must. Tears and anger will not take you back to Earth, so learn from this new experience and profit by it.

He hasn't run away from home. You can't run away from what you don't have.

Stop trying to change reality by eliminating complexity.

Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singing even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you.

Humiliation is mostly something we try to avoid, but it is something more often, all for the best, in retrospect. There is a lovely root to the word, the Latin word humus, meaning soil or ground. When we are humiliated, we are in effect returned to the ground of our being. Any fancy ideas we have about ourselves are shriven away by the reality of the moment. We come to earth with a thump. It may be a narrow piece of ground, but at least it is real and at least it is our own.

Let the apple ripen on the branch beyond your need to take it down.

One day I will say the gift I once had has been taken, the place I have made for myself belongs to another, and the words I have sung are being sung by the ones I would want. Then I will be ready for that voice and the still silence in which it arrives. And if my faith is good then we'll meet again on the road and we'll be thirsty, and stop and laugh and drink together again from the deep well of things as they are. ...

Enough. These few words are enough. If not these words, this breath. If not this breath, this sitting here. This opening to life we have refused again and again until now. Until now.

Heartbreak asks us not to look for an alternative path, because there is no alternative path. It is an introduction to what we love and have loved, an inescapable and often beautiful question, something or someone that has been with us all along, asking us to be ready to let go of the way we are holding things, and preparation perhaps for the last letting go of all.

In the contemplative Christian tradition, to be humiliated is to be returned to the ground of your being.

all friendships of any length are based on a continued, mutual forgiveness.

The first step in spending time alone is to admit how afraid of it we are.

I remembered a friend of mine dying from AIDS, and while he was visiting his family on the coast for the last time, he was seated in the grass during a picnic to which dozens of family members were invited. He looked up from his fried chicken and said, "I just want to die with a big dick in my mouth.

When the Hawaiians appeared at Frontier Park, the audience and other cowboys paused to take them in: ornate leather chaps, long rawhide lariats, flowers around their hats, and dark skin—they were different in every way. To locals and tourists in Cheyenne, the paniolo were not just odd; they were interlopers.