Quotes About Acceptance

But change proves that you are still alive. Change often measures our tolerance for folk different from ourselves. Can we accept their languages, their customs, their garments, and their foods into our own lives? If we can, then we form bonds, bonds that make wars less likely. If we cannot, if we believe that we must do things as we have always done them, then we must either fight to remain as we are, or die.

My slow pulling away from him had been my resignation to his mortality. Truly

Be content with your own life, my friend, and live it well. Let others decide for themselves what path they will follow.

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.

A fatalistic patience came over me. I set out the breakfast things as she dressed. I knew I reached my decision. It was as if Hap's words last night had estinguished a candle inside me. My feelings for Starling had changed that completely. We sat at table together, and she tried to make all seem as it had before, but I kept thinking "this is probably the last time I'll watch how she swirls her tea to cool it, or how she waves her bread about as she talks'.

Be content with your own life, my friend, and live it well. Let others decide for themselves what path they will follow." She frowned up at him. "Even when you see, with absolute clarity, that it is wrong for them? That they hurt themselves?" "Perhaps people have a right to their pain," he hazarded. Reluctantly he added, "Perhaps they even need it.

There is nothing dishonerable about abondoning pain. Sometimes peace is most quickly found when a man simply stops avoiding it.

Not being able to think of a reply is not the same thing as accepting another's words.

It's too late to apologize for I have already forgiven you." -FitzChivalry Farseer

Too late to apologize, I've already forgiven you.

It was then that he discovered he had no more tears to cry.

The time had finally come when she would have to accept the full power of the Starwife. No longer could she be just Ysabelle. Now she had a land to govern and all the daunting responsibilities that that entailed. The liberty she had experienced since the night she had escaped from the Ring of Banbha seemed to vanish. She was left stripped of her freedom, and only long years of a lonely reign stretched out before her.

There are many things in this unhappy world we cannot alter. We must learn to live with our lot and find peace with ourselves.

Never to whine; to accept what came; to wait for better; to take what you could; to let no one, not even yourself, know how near to giving in you were.

Shame of you. Grace on you.

Shame off you. Grace on you.

Do not force me to look any longer at what I have become. Tell me instead what is to come.

I look back now and realize that the gift of a true friend is that she sees you not the way you see yourself or the way others see you. A true friend sees you for who you are and who you can become.

I think it's possible to realize you love someone as deeply as you know how to love and not end up spending the rest of your life with him.

Take it and be thankful.

We needn't feel forced or pushed to move on before we're ready. Letting go of the way we hoped things would be is not an easy or overnight task. We will need to be patient with ourselves and throw out any timetable we had for how or when the grief would be complete.

It is all we have left to us. And while it is more than I ever dared dream, it is nowhere near enough.

I thought you should have a few days to get your bearings. You can begin work here on Monday." "That's very generous of you, sir, but I am willing to begin at once if I am needed." Roland waved away the comment. "Not necessary, Mr. Ludgrove. Monday will be soon enough." Jack nodded. Though my wife is expecting you to be our guest for supper your first night in Killdeer." "I wouldn't want to put her out, Mr. Everton." Jack stood.

For a moment in time, a man knew me for who I was and, without reservation, loved me for who I was. How can I now live knowing no one will ever see me again in such a perfect light? Hear me as I wish to be heard? Love me as [he] loved me?