Quotes About Acceptance

You're exactly where you should be, Legs. With me.

The soul has to learn how to respond when bad weather comes, as well as sudden bliss.

Openness used to be the virtue that permitted us to seek the good by using reason. It now means accepting everything and denying reason's power.

But thinking never took away tears. Only time did.

Uma teoria não pode ser aceita como verdadeira senão com a cláusula de satisfazer a razão e dar conta de todos os fatos que abrange; se um só fato lhe trouxer um desmentido, é que não contém a verdade absoluta.

why do I make myself miserable over things that years from now no one will even care about? If I knew that, maybe I could be happy.

I have no idea what my great-grandparents looked or sounded like, or the great-greats before them, back to caveman days. It's weird to think they were like me once, goofing with friends, mad at their parents, brave, scared, everything. But now they're gone too, and nobody knows or cares. So why do I make myself miserable over things that years from now no one will even care about? If I knew that, maybe I could be happy.

Life unravels as it's lived. It can't be woven back together.

There's a societal push for conformity in all rways," he said. "There's less tolerance of difference. And so maybe for some people having a label is better. It can confer a sense of hope and direction.

Just because I like to suck cock doesn't make me any less American than Jesse Helms.

Well, first of all, we've got to get away from being offended by the truth. We've seen a 41 percent increase in food stamp recipients across the United States of America since President Obama was sworn in in January 2009. That has nothing to do with black, white, Hispanic or whatever. It's a fact, and we need to, you know, deal with that.

Certainty is not to be had. But as we learn this we become not more moral but more resigned. We become nihilists.

Problems are like heavy wind,when they come accept it like a wind kissing you, your skin, which feels a cold touch!

It's not a sin to accept help once in a while. - Colonel Kincaid

Why did she feel like she was still broken?

I recently moved to Los Angeles and found out there's an entire city of people who never "fit in!" It's the "land of misfit toys." How great is that? So for those of you out there who are "unique," congratulations on recognizing it, and get comfortable with it, because it's a part of you and one day you'll stumble upon people who totally get you.

People say that time is a great healer. Which people? What are they talking about? I think some feelings you experience in your life are written in indelible ink and the best you can hope for is that they fade a little over the years.

Death itself is too big to take in, she already sees that; the loss comes at you instead in an infinite number of small installments that can never be paid off.

There might be bits and pieces of us that I don't like or that drive me up the wall, but at the end of the say, it's who we are. I'm going to make the best of what we have.

The thing is, I've been thinking a lot about before . The time before the first thing I remember. Before didn't hurt. I don't think this will hurt, either. My ending, I mean. I'll just 'not be' again, I suppose.

It's okay. We're all messed up in our own special way.

I realize that lessons are meant to be learned, honored even, or else you can spend your life running so far from them that you erect a false existence around the very thing you should be embracing.

That you can look back fondly or even wistfully on pieces of your life and hound yourself with endless what-ifs, but nothing will change. The present will still be the present. The future will still unfold as it's meant to.

And that, despite the fact that we'd broken up seven years prior and I'd been the one to finally—firmly and permanently—walk away from him and on toward Henry, his engagement and upcoming wedding still ate away at my emotional landscape, as if him avowing himself to another woman was somehow a blight, a pox on me.