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 is learning to live with that.

She would wait, forever if necessary, for a man who saw the expanse of her, the way her father had.

Many things will hurt you and me for we are very much alike. But will these things hurt us less if we refuse to accept them? Can we ease our hurts by refusing comfort from those who love us?

It paid barely a living wage, but he stayed with it—gradually and in the end gratefully arriving at the point in life when you understand there are no great changes ahead.

Lonely is a funny thing,' she said slowly. 'It's almost like another person. After a while, it'll keep you company if you'll let it

Mrs. Hedges, I believe you're prejudiced. I didn't know you were that human.' 'I ain't prejudiced,' she said firmly. 'I just ain't got no use for white folks. I don't want 'em anywhere near me. I don't even wanta have to look at 'em. I put up with you because you don't ever stop to think whether folks are white or black and you don't really care. That sort of takes you out of the white folks class.

There are times when I have had to make peace with the fact that I am at war.

It is wrong to give way to grief.

Because I had already resolved that if you're afraid of love, your heart will break anyway, only in not half so nice a fashion as it does when you let somebody love you.

When a woman's face is wrinkled And her hairs are sprinkled, With gray, Lackaday! Aside she's cast, No one respect will pay; Remember, Lasses, remember. And while the sun shines make hay: You must not expect in December, The flowers you gathered in May.

Because that's how intelligent people conduct themselves. They allow for each other's differences.

Here's the paradox. We can fully embrace God's love only when we recognize how completely unworthy of it we are.

There is so much of suffering that I will never even begin to understand. But I am content in believing that I don't even have to understand why the story unravels the way it does so long as I know that in the end everything will be all right.

We can be content in whatever situation we're in, as long as we trust the Lord for what's good for us.

sometimes people couldn't be saved, no matter how much you wanted it, no matter how hard you tried.

I'm not weeping, I'm not complaining, Happiness is not for me.

I've got no more tears or explanations.

Will you forgive me these November days?

I've ceased to smile long ago, The bitter winds now chill my lips, Another hope was just let go, Another song was added since. Against my will, I'll cede this song To people's laughter and offense, Because love's silence for the soul Is too unbearably immense.

He loved three things alone: White peacocks, evensong, old maps of America. He hated children crying, and raspberry jam with his tea, and womanish hysteria. ...And then he married me. 1911

Now mirrors learn not to expect smiles.

Forgive me that I ignored the sun And that I lived in sorrow.

I've come to see the resolution, And I must cede the throne And hearken to my own delusion As if it ceased to be my own.

After generation upon generation, fathers upon forefathers, mothers upon foremothers, centuries and millennia of being one colour officially and three colours unofficially, a colourful sky, just like that, could not be allowed to be.