Quotes About Acceptance

All I ever asked of life was that it should pass me by without my even noticing it.

Life would be unbearable if we were conscious of it. Fortunately we're not. We live as unconsciously, as uselessly and as pointlessly as animals, and if we anticipate death, which presumably (though not assuredly) they don't, we anticipate it through so many distractions, diversions and ways of forgetting that we can hardly say we think about it.

Calm because I'm unknown, And myself because I'm calm, I want to fill my days With wanting nothing from them. For those whom wealth touches, Gold irritates the skin. For those on whom fame blows, Life fogs over. On those for whom happiness Is their sun, night will fall. But those who hope for nothing Are glad for whatever comes.

It all comes down to trying to experience tedium in a way that does not hurt.

No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it. Collective thought is stupid because it's collective. Nothing passes into the realm of the collective without leaving at the border – like a toll – most of the intelligence it contained.

Não sei se é amor que tens, ou amor que finges, O que me dás. Dás-mo. Tanto me basta. Já que o não sou por tempo, Seja eu jovem por erro. Pouco os deuses nos dão, e o pouco é falso. Porém, se o dão, falso que seja, a dádiva É verdadeira. Aceito, Cerro olhos: é bastante. Que mais quero?

I take comfort in these reflections, since I can't take comfort in life.

No one loves anyone else; he loves What he finds of himself in other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They feel Who you are, and you're a stranger. Be who you are, even if never loved. Secure in yourself, you will suffer Few Sorrows. 10 August 1932

Todos lo días descubro La espantosa realidad de las cosas: Cada cosa es lo que es. Qué difícil es decir esto y decir Cuánto me alegra y cómo me basta. Para ser completo existir es suficiente.

Acabaram-de de arder, meu amor, na lareira da nossa vida, as achas dos nossos sonhos... Desenganemo-nos da esperança, porque trai, do amor, porque cansa, da vida, porque farta e não sacia, e até da morte, porque traz mais do que se quer e menos do que se espera.

Que importa àquele que já nada importa Que o um perca e outro vença, Se a aurora raia sempre, Se cada ano com a primavera Aparecem as folhas E com o outono cessam?

Sunt în dezacord cu mine,dar m? iert Fiindc? nici nu m? accept cu toat? seriozitatea.

If Fate decrees it should happen, so be it. I feel curious about emotions. About facts, whatever they might be, I feel no curiosity whatsoever.

Feliz, finalmente, quien renuncia a todo, y a quien, por renunciar a todo, nada le puede ser quitado o reducido.

El tiempo pasa, nada nos dice. Envejecemos. Sepamos, con malicia casi, sentirnos ir. De nada vale hacer un gesto. No se resiste al dios atroz dios que sus hijos siempre devora.

O amor romântico, portanto, é um caminho de desilusão. Só o não é quando a desilusão, aceite desde o princípio, decide variar de ideal constantemente, tecer constantemente, nas oficinas da alma, novos trajes, com que constantemente se renove o aspeto da criatura, por eles vestida

My happiest moments are those when I think nothing, want nothing and dream nothing, being lost in a torpor like some accidental plant, like mere moss growing on life's surface. I savour without bitterness this absurd awareness of being nothing, this foretaste of death and extinction.

Brothers in our ignorance, different vessels for the same blood, different forms of the same inheritance — which of us can deny the other? Deny your wife but not your mother, your father, or your brother.

No intelligent idea can gain general acceptance unless some stupidity is mixed in with it. Collective thought is stupid because it's collective.

il Destino è una specie di persona, e smette di tormentarci se mostriamo indifferenti a quello che ci fa.

I'm handed faith like a sealed package on a strange-looking platter and am expected to accept it without opening it. I'm handed science, like a knife on a plate, to cut the folios of a book whose pages are blank. I'm handed doubt, like dust inside a box--but why give me a box if all it contains is dust?

Infine, sarà quel che dovrà essere.

Yet my sadness is a comfort For it is natural and right And is what should fill the soul Whenever it thinks it exists

Night will fall on all of us and the carriage will arrive. I enjoy the breeze given to me and the soul given to me to enjoy it and I ask no more questions, look no further.