Quotes About Acceptance

How can you treat death so lightly? she asks. Because it happens, he replies. It is inevitable. I do not mourn the falling of a leaf or the breaking of a wave. I do not sorrow for a shooting star as it burns itself up in the atmosphere. Why should I?

When you are going to die, a wombat is better than no company at all.

I know no gods, but if any care to be with us, I welcome them.

Life is sufficiently furnished that one need not go looking about for extra guilt.

My children, I cannot say that I am entirely pleased with you, but I suppose this works both ways. Let it be. I leave you with my blessing, which is more than a formality.

All right. You wanted me," I stated, "and now you have me, heaven help you.

No sense in looking for our differences when I had just met him.

I had run out of causes and was close as I ever might be to peace.

The return of solitude was not quite as Dina expected it to be. These many years I made a virtue of inescapable reality, she thought, calling it peace and quiet.

But since the world is imperfect, we must put blinders on the senses.

He placed his hand over his heart. In here, there is limitless room - happiness, kindness, sorrow, anger, friendship - everything fits in here.

Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.

Daughter-in-law is just a word. Call her anything you like. The hand of good fortune is not fussy about words.

Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair.' He sighed and smiled sadly. 'But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.' A clutter of troublesome feelings filled

Holding on to a relationship is like holding sand in your hand! The more tightly you try to grip it, the more quickly it vanishes and more freely you hold it, the longer it stays! So, Relationship = How you hold it?

All of a sudden it didn't bother me not being modern.

I live in my suffering and that makes me happy. Anything that keeps me from living in my suffering is unbearable to me.

I ask for nothing but to live in my suffering.

Valéry used to speak of those people who die in an accident because they are unwilling to let go of their umbrellas; how many subjects repressed, refracted, blinded as to their true sexuality, because they are unwilling to let go of a stereotype.

To instil into the Established Order the complacent portrayal of its drawbacks has nowadays become a paradoxical but incontrovertible means of exalting it.

Socrates's daimon (the one who spoke first within him ) whispered to him: no. My daimon, on the contrary, is my stupidity: like the Nietzschean ass, I say yes to everything, in the field of my love.

It is said that Time soothes mourning – No, Time makes nothing happen; it merely makes the emotivity of mourning pass.

l'amour avait fait de lui un déchet social, ce dont il se réjouissait.

The love story... is the tribute the lover must pay to the world in order to be reconciled with it.