Quotes About Acceptance

Zeno spoke Greek, not Latin, and preferred passive resignation to reckless optimism.

People live, and then they die, and as long as they do both things properly, there's nothing much to regret. T

way for a thousand generations. No point in getting all upset about it.

But French people understand that first you live, and then you die. It's not an outrage. It's something that's been happening since the dawn of time. It

La gente vive y después muere, y siempre que hagan lo uno y lo otro de manera adecuada, no hay mucho por lo que lamentarse.

That's the problem with denial. Reality doesn't care what you think. It just keeps rolling along.

I guess she couldn't think of anything to say. But the truth was, I was doing OK at that point. Life was unfolding the same way it always had for everyone. Sooner or later you ended up an orphan. There was no escaping it. It had happened that way for a thousand generations. No point in getting all upset about it.

He did what he always did. He let her go. He understood. No apology required. He couldn't live anywhere. His whole life was a visit.

Deal with it," Reacher said. "It happened. It can't un-happen. Most folks aren't going to like it. Deep down humans haven't been modern very long. But some won't care. You'll find them." "Are you one of them?

Deal with it," Reacher said. "It happened. It can't un-happen. Most folks aren't going to like it. Deep down humans haven't been modern very long. But some won't care. You'll find them.

Some old guy once said the meaning of life is that it ends. Which was inescapably true. No one lives forever.

They really didn't want me there. I finally realized. So I didn't fight it. I took an honorable discharge and walked away." "When was this?" "A long time ago." "And you're still walking." "That's too profound." "You sure?" "Deep down I'm very shallow.

She's a fatalist," I said.

On some deep level, we may choose to fill our days with busy work as a way to avoid the inevitable pain and disappointment in accepting that who we are may not be who we thought we were.

The insights that freed Jud were similar to the ones that led to my own recovery from spiritual workaholism after being confronted by my boss years ago. I came to realize that God didn't love me because I made myself valuable through service; on the contrary, I was valuable because I was loved by God. I could stop working like a slave to justify myself; I just needed to recognize — and celebrate — my adoption as God's child.

says he 'welcomes sinners and eats with them.'14 Now, think about that. In his culture, to dine with someone meant to offer friendship. The word welcome in Greek means that he took great pleasure in them. Jesus doesn't delight in sin, but he liked being around these people, maybe because they were well aware of their depravity, unlike many of the religious folks who masked it with hypocrisy.

he bajado mis expectativas de mí mismo y otros, a la vez que he elevado mis expectativas de Dios y su gracia». —

Soy su hijo, soy su hijo, soy su hijo! Por eso es que me ha tratado de esta manera. ¡Soy su hijo!

Grace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us more . . . and there is nothing we can do to make God love us less. Philip Yancey1

Yo necesitaba desesperadamente absorber esta verdad de nuevo: estoy más allá del perdón. Soy más que un sirviente. He sido adoptado por un Padre cuyo amor es perfecto, cuya aceptación es incondicional, cuyo afecto nunca acaba y cuya generosidad no tiene límites. Un Padre que está de mi parte… para siempre.

face." I sat spellbound. Here it was — the image of grace I had been seeking: an aspiring father bringing unconditional acceptance to a child who had absolutely nothing to offer, no accolades or accomplishments, just herself in all of her vulnerability and scars and weaknesses. My eyes moistened. This is the love of a dad. Maybe — just maybe — this is the love of a Father.

Grace liberates us. Our tendency toward performance imprisons us.

You are no failure, on a river. The water moves regardless - for all it cares, you might be a minnow or a tadpole, a turtle on a beavered log. You might be nothing at all.

Listening to Dad's guitar, halting yet lovely in the search for phrasing, I thought: Fair is whatever God wants to do.