Quotes About Acceptance

No man should be reminded that he has screamed in front of people who delighted in it.

Wintrow's words seemed to echo through his bones. Acceptance of what is. That is the shortest path to peace with yourself. This is wisdom. Does it hurt? Does wisdom hurt? Does peace hurt? Does acceptance hurt? … He could not answer. He was suffused with the boy's simple faith. It rushed through him, warm and reassuring. Of course, he was right. Acceptance. He could not doubt or deny it." P. 190 Kennit

I don't understand," I said faintly. "You don't have to," he replied comfortingly. "Understanding how or why is very seldom as useful as understanding that things are.

Regrets are useless

Once a person had realized death, if they could turn aside from pain they immediately turned toward wonder and Sa. It took both steps, Wintrow knew that. If a person had not accepted death as a reality, the touch could be refused. Some accepted death and the touch, but could not let go of their pain. They clung to it as a final vestige of life.

Man cannot grieve as dogs do. But we grieve for many years.

Perhaps to another man it would have been obvious. Leave old pains alone. When they cease coming to call, do not invite them back.

You can't go back', she told him bluntly. Her voice was neither kind nor unkind. 'That part of your life is over. Set it aside as something you have finished. Complete or no, it is done with you. No being gets to decide what his life is 'supposed to be'.

We all get used to things we once swore we could never live with

I had moved on to another life. I could not expect the old one to be held ajar for me forever.

And my father is dead. She did not speak the words aloud, but the reality of them cut her again, deeper and sharper. It seemed to her that each time she thought she had grasped the fact of his death, a few moments later it struck her again even harder.

I knew how small creatures that were too different were treated. I'd seen crippled chicks pecked to death, witnessed cows that nudged away a weak calf, the runt piglet pushed away from a nipple. I had no reason to think that people were any better than animals in that regard.

Too late to apologize. I have already forgiven you

Why would I waste my time with hate? What was done to me was unforgivable, of course. Completely unforgivable. Those who did it are no longer alive to be punished or to apologize. Even if they were and did, it would not undo what they did.

I tried a last time. "When you want a thing so badly for so long, and then it comes time to face that you cannot have it, sometimes—

La mort nous guette et elle est toujours assurée de sa prise. Il ne sert à rien d'y songer sans cesse, mais, dans nos entrailles dans nos os, nous savons tous qu'elle est là. Tous sauf les humains.

It was as it had to be. I had moved on to another life. I could not expect the old one to be held ajar for me forever.

Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that." Amber looked out to sea again. "And no less. Sometimes folk wish tomorrow did not pay them off so completely.

But it had taken me years to accept his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangling, waiting for his return. That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.

I would never... do you understand me? I could never desire you as a bed partner. Never." "And that, too, is a thing that we both have known for years. A thing that never needed speaking, those words that I must now carry with me for the rest of my life. We could have gone all our lives and never had this conversation. Now you have doomed us both to recall it forever.

Why must love cost anything? Why does need have to be mixed up with love? Why can't people be like butterflies, coming together in bright sunshine and parting while the day is still bright?' 'Because they are people, not butterflies. To pretend that people can come together, love, and then part with no pain or consequences is more false a role than pretending to be a proper Trader's daughter.

forgiven,' she said quietly to herself. She sounded ill with it. With an oddly gentle finality, she added, 'You

I could almost see the resignation on the old man's face. I knew he would draw a breath and sigh that I insisted on stacking all my pain in one pile, facing it all at once." p. 480 Fitz about Chade

go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.