Quotes About Acceptance

The skies make no special dispensation for Magi, boy, they piss on everyone the same.

There's no changing yesterday. Only tomorrow.

Aye, well, we all play the cards we're dealt." "Some of us do. Some of us kill men with better cards and play theirs instead.

Never doubt another's choices, I say. You can't know his reasons.

I suppose love falls where it falls.' 'Generally, one can see it toppling from afar, and make an effort to get out of the way.

Some people, Orso supposed, can never forgive being forgiven.

A bitter ending' said Yarvi. 'Many sweet stories have them', said Jaud.

Shoglig was talking shit. That old bitch didn't know when I was going to die at all. If I'd known that I'd surely have worn more armour.' Whirrun made a sound somewhere between a cough and a laugh, then winced, coughed, laughed again, winced again. 'Fuck, it hurts. I mean, you know it will, but, fuck, it really does hurt. Guess you showed me my destiny anyway, eh, Craw?

What? A family?" Ninefingers frowned, rubbing grimly at the stump of his middle finger. "I did have one. And now I've got another. You don't pick your family, you take what you'er given and you make the best of it." He pointed at Ferro, then at Quai. "You see her, and him, and you?" He slapped his hand down on Jezal's shoulder. "That's my family now, and I don't pal on losing a brother today, you understand?

Ma says that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder,' Jeralene said. 'But that the Lord has put something pretty in everybody.

Love is a strange animal. You can't always tame it and make it behave the way you want it to. For years, I thought I could. I thought I could use love the way I used lipstick and perfume. Just to get what I wanted. But real love isn't that way. Real love bangs you around and makes you do things you never thought you would do.

I learnt a long time back to accept whatever comes my way. Best savor the good and bear up under the bad. There ain't no changin' none of it.

She understood that grief is not neat and orderly; it does not follow any rules. Time does not heal it. Rather time insists on passing and as it does, grief changes but does not go away.

Time passes and I am still not through it. Grief isn't something you get over. You live with it. You go on on with it lodged in you. Sometimes I feel like I have swallowed a pile of stones. Grief makes me heavy. It makes me slow. Even on days when I laugh a lot, or dance, or finish a project, or meet a deadline, or celebrate, or make love, it is there. Lodged deep inside of me.

Grief doesn't have a plot. It isn't smooth. There is no beginning and middle and end.

At that moment, I wished with everything in my body that things could be different. I wished I could pluck out the threads of him that I didn't care for and keep the ones I liked. But then again, I knew that people couldn't be pulled apart in that way. Those severed threads would just cause the whole of him to unravel.

One of the secrets of a long and fruitful life is to forgive everybody everything every night before you go to bed.

Some people believe that holding on and hanging there are signs of strength, but there are times in life when it takes much more strength just to let go.

Some women have the best husbands. Others make the best of the husbands they have.

Expect trouble as an inevitable part of life and repeat to yourself; the most comforting words of all; this, too, shall pass.

It's time you realized that uncertainty is the perpetual lot of mortal creatures, and resigned yourself to being no better than the rest of us. We've no choice but to trust what we don't understand, accept what we can't believe and walk where there's no path we can see.

I wonder how you say goodbye to someone forever?

For now, I just want things all safe and familiar. My life may not be perfect, but it is what I have known.

Even now, I found it difficult to believe that my father could or might be dying. He had always been a strong man, a good leader. No one had ever seen him with his head bowed in despair or defeat, no one had ever seen him slump in resignation, nor had anyone ever had even so much as a hint from him that he might ever give up. It was hard to picture all that strength drained from my father's body.