Quotes About Acceptance

This experience of being loved by mother is a passive one. There is nothing I have to do in order to be loved—mother's love is unconditional. All I have to do is to be—to be her child. Mother's love is bliss, is peace, it need not be acquired, it need not be deserved.

The only haven for having a sense of identity is conformity. Being acceptable really means not being different from anybody else. Feeling inferior stems from feeling different, and no question is asked whether the difference is for the better or the worse.

Ä°nsanoÄŸlunun bilinçlilik için ödediÄŸi bedel, güvensizliktir. Bu güvensizliÄŸi kald?rabilmek için, insansal koÅŸulun fark?nda olmak ve onu kabullenmek, baÅŸar?ya ulaÅŸaca?? garantisinden yoksun olmas?na kar??n, baÅŸar?s?zl??a ulaÅŸmayaca??n? ummak durumundad?r. Kesinlikten yoksundur, emin deÄŸildir; bir tek kesin öngörüde bulunabilir: ÖleceÄŸim.

There is only one way—taught by the Buddha, by Jesus, by the Stoics, by Master Eckhart—to truly overcome the fear of dying, and that way is by not hanging onto life, not experiencing life as a possession. The fear of dying is not truly what it seems to be: the fear of stopping living. Death does not concern us, Epicurus said, "since while we are, death is not yet here; but when death is here we are no more" (Diogenes

Ich habe arm angefangen, ich war später ein reicher Mann, ich bin jetzt wieder ein armer Teufel, es spielt keine Rolle. Wie's kommt, wird's gefressen, Ob mich die Sonne auf meiner Terrasse in Leoni bescheint oder hier auf dem Kreuzberg, das ist mir so egal wie der Sonne.

Du bist noch krank, meinte Fabian Du hast sie noch lieb. Das ist wahr, sagte Labude. Aber ich bin schon mit ganz anderen Kerlen fertiggeworden als mit mir.

It's no shame to be born stupid. Only to die stupid.

Regret is the most useless thing in the world. One cannot recall anything. And one cannot rectify anything. Otherwise we would all be saints. Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum.

We have our dreams because without them we could not bear the truth.

There is no guilt in feelings ever.

serenity, the calm daughter of tolerance

šiaip ar taip, aš jau sp?jau štai k? pasteb?ti: siaub? galima pakelti, kol tu pasiduodi savo likimui, bet jis tave nužudo, jeigu tik imi apie j? galvoti.

Kes midagi ei oota, ei saa ka pettuda. See on hea lähtepunkt. Kõik, mis siis järgneb, lisab juba natukene juurde.

Eugénie, all refugees are not Jews. Not even all Jews are Jews. And many of whom you wouldn't believe it are Jews. I even knew a Jewish Negro once. He was a terribly lonely man. The only thing he loved was Chinese food. That's how life is.

Help when you can; do everything then— but when you can no longer do anything, forget it! Turn away! Pull yourself together. Compassion is meant for quiet times. Not when life is at stake. Bury the dead and devour life! You'll still need it. Mourning is one thing, facts are another. One doesn't mourn less when one sees the facts and accepts them. That is how one survives.

What was the use trying to make safe and sure our little life? Sooner or later the great wave must come and sweep all away.

M? ridic.sunt foarte liniÈ™tit.Lunile È™i anii n-au decât s? treac?, nu-mi mai pot lua nimic, n-au ce s?-mi mai ia. Sunt atât de singur È™i f?r? aÈ™tept?ri, încât le pot privi în fa?? f?r? team?. ViaÈ›a care m-a purtat de-a lungul acestor ani e înc? prezent? în mâinile È™i ochii mei. Am învins-o sau nu - nu È™tiu -Nimic nou pe frontul de vest, cap. 12

You see," said Otto. "That's the gift of age. Tears and laughter—quick changes. No resentments. Something one might well learn," he observed meditatively.

But I also knew that there was no going back. One can never go back; nothing and no one is ever the same. All that remained was an occasional evening of sadness, the sadness that we all feel because everything passes and because man is the only animal who knows it.

Taktas yra tylus susitarimas nematyti kits kito klaid? ir netaisyti j?.

Naids ir k? sk?be, kas saÄ"d dvÄ"­seli, vienalga, vai ienÄ«sti pats, vai arÄ« tevi ienÄ«st.

Life did not intend to make us perfect. Whoever is perfect belongs in a museum." Joan

To hell with it. What was the use trying to make safe and sure our little life? Sooner or later the great wave must come and sweep it all away. "What about a drink with me, Fred?

Mi alzo: sono contento. Vengano i mesi e gli anni, non mi prenderanno più nulla. Sono tanto solo, tanto privo di speranza che posso guardare dinanzi a me senza timore. La vita, che mi ha portato attraverso questi anni, è ancora nelle mie mani e nei miei occhi. Se io abbia saputo dominarla, non so. Ma finché dura, essa si cercherà la sua strada, vi consenta o non vi consenta quell'essere, che nel mio interno dice io