Quotes About Acceptance

I'm afraid of the rain because sometimes I see me dead in it.

he said it now in a complete embracing of all that would not be

I wish I had a stone for the knife," the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt. "I should have brought a stone." You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

Why did you do it? — I don't know. Here isn't always an explanation for everything. — Oh isn't there? I was brought up to think there was. — That's awfully nice. — Do We have to go on and talk this way? — No. — That's a relief. Isn't it?

But we liked Miss Stein and her friend, although the friend was frightening, and the paintings and the cakes and the eau-devie were truly wonderful. They seemed to like us too and treated us as though we were very good, well-mannered and promising children and I felt that they forgave us for being in love and being married—time would fix that—and when my wife invited them to tea, they accepted.

I wish I had a stone for the knife,» the old man said after he had checked the lashing on the oar butt. «I should have brought a stone.» You should have brought many things, he thought. But you did not bring them, old man. Now is no time to think of what you do not have. Think of what you can do with what there is.

People who interfered in your life always did it for your own good and I figured it out finally that what they wanted was for you to conform completely and never differ from some accepted surface standard and then dissipate the way traveling salesmen would at a convention in every stupid and boreing way there was.

Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath.

I don't know. I guess the cards we draw are those we get. You wouldn't like to re-deal would you, dealer? No. They only deal to you once and then you pick them up and play them. I can play them, if I draw any damn thing at all...

Az – bólintott Pablo. Valami furcsa neve volt. Ilyesmi. Mi van vele? – Áprilisban meghalt. – ElÅ'bb-utóbb mindenkire sor kerül morogta Pablo sötéten. – Így végezzük mi mindnyájan. – Minden ember így végzi – állapította meg Alselmo. – Eddig még mindenki így végezte.

People who interfered with your life always did it for your own good and I figured it out finally that what they wanted was for you to conform completely and never differ from some accepted standard and then dissipate the way traveling salesmen would at a convention in every stupid and boring way there was.

By my troth, I care not; a man can die but once; we owe God a death and let it go which way it will, he that dies this year is quit for the next.' Damned fine, eh?

She said that nothing is done to oneself that one does not accept and that if I love someone it would take it all away. What

We can go everywhere. -No, we can't. It isn't ours anymore. -It's ours. -No, it isn't. And once they take it away, you never get it back.

People who interfered in your life always did it for your own good and I figured it out finally that what they wanted was for your to conform completely and never differ from some accepted surface standard and then dissipate the way traveling salesmen would at a convention in every stupid and boreing way there was.

We're all broken that's how the light gets in.

Hay que tomar la muerte como si fuera aspirina

Si eso es así, hubiera preferido pasar esta última noche de una manera distinta. Pero las últimas noches nunca son buenas. No son nunca buenas las últimas nadas. Sí, las últimas palabras son buenas a veces.

Because, just then, death had come and rested its head on the foot of the cot and he could smell its breath. Never believe any of that about a scythe and a skull, he told her. It can be two bicycle policemen as easily, or be a bird. Or it can have a wide snout like a hyena. It had moved up on him now, but it had no shape any more. It simply occupied space. Tell it to go away. It did not go away but moved a little closer. You've got a hell of a breath, he told it. You stinking bastard.

If one must die, he thought, and clearly one must, I can die. But I hate it.

He had had his life and it was over and then he went on living it again with different people and more money, with the best of the same places, and some new ones. You kept from thinking and it was all marvellous. You were equipped with good insides so that you did not go to pieces that way, the way most of them had, and you made an attitude that you cared nothing for the work you used to do, now that you could no longer do it.

No. Rien à faire. Rien. Faut pas penser. Faut accepter.

Sad nije vrijeme da razmišljaš o onome što ti fali. Radije razmišljaj o tome šta možeš s onim što imaš.

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