Quotes About Acceptance

Sometimes being real means allowing pain or accepting a painful truth. Yet something in us aligns with an inner ground of authenticity when we are real. We love it because of its inherent rightness in our soul, the sense of "Aha, here I am and there is nothing to do but be.

When are you going to let yourself descend from your lofty preoccupations, and simply land where you are?

When we complain about the weather, we are, in reality, murmuring against God.

You're always going to be too young for something important to you, too old for something else, and the timing is just not going to be right for a third set of things. That's life, and you can make yourself crazy by dwelling on that. Or you can figure out what you are the right age for, and what the timing is right for, and celebrate those things.

Qavam made two demands of the Shah before he would accept the job. The first was for the Shah to dissolve the Majlis, and the second was to allow the arrest of Kashani. The Shah refused both demands, but Qavam nonetheless accepted the task of forming a new government. It

One measure of a civilization, in fact, is the percentage of misfits in its society.

When will you ever accept the true ugliness of health?

I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It's somebody else's turn now.

somewhat leaky boat are on the lookout for a human companion. Not me. I have learned to love the inside of my own head. There isn't much I'd rather say than think. Of course for more than thirty years I've had Chuck. We've known each other so long that we don't have to talk, and when we do we don't have to say anything. When he asks me if I'd like to take a trip around the world I can say yes knowing I'll never have to go.

Well, now I know I can control my tongue, my temper, and my appetites, but that's it. I have no effect on weather, traffic, or luck. I can't make good things happen. I can't keep anybody safe. I can't influence the future and I can't fix up the past. What a relief.

I have been trying to remember being young, which is hard because I don't feel old until I try to get up from my chair. Or when I look at the photograph Jennifer took of me sitting on a stool next to her twins, and really, from the back, it looks as if I have an open umbrella concealed under my skirt. How did that happen? I think, but, oh well, I was young once and slender and pretty and I made the most of it. It's somebody else's turn now.

There's nothing I want to relive—certainly not youth—and as for what's to come, I'm in no hurry. I

To have a fear you have to be able to imagine the future, and I never think about the future anymore. It is no longer my destination.

Once I stood in line behind a young woman ordering coffee who remarked to her friend that she didn't yet have a set of beliefs, and I imagined catalogs from which one could order such sets, like furniture, beliefs that wouldn't collapse under one's full weight, big sturdy reliable sideboards of belief. As for me, I have learned what I can do and what I can't. I know my limits. That's all I have to go on, but it's better than nothing.

What I used to fear was growing old—not the aches and pains part or the what-have-I-done-with-my-life part or the threat of illness, none of that. I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the option of looking good.

the last several years my life had begun to feel shapeless, like underwear with the elastic gone, the days down around my ankles.

My definition of fear is that it's a constant companion, a sidekick, riding you like a watch, going in and out of the days. I don't live like that anymore. The fact that I'm sixty-three has something to do with it. What I used to fear was growing old—not the aches and pains part or the what-have-I-done-with-my-life part or the threat of illness, none of that. I just couldn't imagine what my life would be like without the option of looking good.

The past gets swallowed up in the extraordinary circumstances of now. But mostly it hurts too much to let my mind go back.

Death is both a certainty and an unknown, Chuck says. It's hard to get a grip on it.

Once upon a time, when I was young, his forgetting might have rendered my memory meaningless. I no longer require so much from life.

and you have to take gladly what life offers, she has learned that much, and sometimes you get lucky. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? There's nothing wrong with that.

Indifference to evil is more insidious than evil itself. It is a silent justification affording evil acceptability in society.

Don't criticize them; they are just what we would be under similar circumstances.

What is to be, will be, and no prayers of ours can arrest the decree.