Quotes About Acceptance

What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

Since death is certain, but the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?" —PEMA CHÖDRÖN

God is not here to be demanded of, begged from, or criticized. He hands out burdens to those who are strong enough to carry them, and I feel profoundly uncomfortable with the idea of lining up with the other invalids and asking for mine to be alleviated.

She wondered if dying was simply going to be an exercise in letting go of one thing after another.

I feel like I should be over it by now," he says. "Everyone else has forgotten about the flight. Mostly, anyway. But I feel like I still think about it all the time." ... "What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

Since death is certain, but the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?" Pema Chodron

What happened is baked into your bones, ...It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

Basketball was the first thing in William's life that loved him back.

Since death is certain, but the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?

Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

I'm sorry it didn't work out," Linda says. Florida smiles at the girl. "Everything ends," she says. "That's nothing to be sad about. What matters is what starts in that moment.

The two boys lead the way down the hall. There are windows in this corridor, and the skyscrapers of New York City are visible in the distance—man-made mountains of steel and glass piercing a blue sky. Jane and Bruce can't help but locate the spot where the Twin Towers used to be, the same way the tongue finds the hole where a tooth was pulled. Their sons, who were both toddlers when the towers fell, accept the skyline as it is.

What happened is baked into your bones, Edward. It lives under your skin. It's not going away. It's part of you and will be a part of you every moment until you die. What you've been working on, since the first time I met you, is learning to live with that.

he's telling the kids to help others when they need help, and to accept help when they need it themselves.

The fact that he had failed meant he had to continue to walk forward with his life history—his mistakes—slung over his shoulders like a heavy backpack. This fact exhausted him, but he was too tired to reject it.

She fits her hand over his and presses. Her skin is soft, and the pressure makes his mouth form a smile. He can be furious with her and still be aware that he loves her at the same time. It took years for him to be able to accept the absence of logic in their love. Frustration plus a bad mood plus a particular smile of hers equaled a shot of joy in his belly.

He looks down at his busted legs, to avoid seeing the lethal sky.

that person is wonderful, he or she is still somewhat ready, and so are the people who loved them.

her size bothered them, like a piece of mail they couldn't find a mailbox for. Still, there were other young

You're depressed, not crazy. It's not insane to be depressed in this world. It's more sane than being happy.

When he woke up in the hospital, dry, and saw Sylvie on a chair next to him, his first thought was that he'd failed. The fact that he had failed meant he had to continue to walk forward with his life history--his mistakes--slung over his shoulders like a heavy backpack. This fact exhausted him, but he was too tired to reject it.

Sylvie would love differently. She would celebrate whoever her beloved happened to be; she would be curious about his distinctiveness and sink into a love that was unblinkingly honest.

She was all of herself with him and even felt there was room for her to become more. When he rested his eyes on her, it was without judgment or expectation, and in that space, Sylvie felt her potential: for bravery, brilliance, kindness, joy. All of these sails rested on the deck of her ship; they were hers, but she hadn't seen them before.