Quotes About Acceptance

Going to Sunday School and church isn't going to get you into eternal life with the Lord. And not going won't keep you out. An eternal life with the Lord isn't something you can earn. It's our acceptance of Jesus as Savior.

We don't always get what we want out of life. It's how we handle what's left that matters. – Matt Jacobs (hero)

Over and over I had to reassure her. "You hate me," she would say. "Lori, I don't hate you. I love you." Finally it began to dawn on me. When she challenged me like that, she wasn't making a statement. She was asking a question. And she needed to hear the answer. She needed to hear that I still accepted her. She needed to hear that I still cared for her. Over and over again she needed to hear me tell her that I loved her.

The challenge of wonder is to tolerate uncertainty. If you do not relax into uncertainty, wonder may start to seem like insecurity.

Good healthy anger that is blocked can then seem like feral rage. But when you accept it and work with it, it becomes the ability to stand up for yourself.

Good healthy anger that is blocked can then seem like feral rage. But when you accept it and work with it, it becomes the ability to stand up for yourself. If you do not intentionally cultivate your best attention in your native state, then you will tend to recapitulate the worst attention your kindergarten teacher or parent gave—disapproval, criticism, scrutiny.

The acceptance of our present condition is the only form of extremism which discredits us before our children.

You're a nice-looking girl Ã¢â'¬Â¦ all over. That's all you need, honey, forget the atmosphere.

GEORGE : Oh, don't be so proud of yourself, Bennie—just because you look eccentric. BENEATHA: How can something that's natural be eccentric? GEORGE: That's what being eccentric means—being natural. Get dressed.

Curly Girl: It's more than just hair, it's an attitude.

Every day is a new day and you've got to just go with the flow.

Every day is a new day and you've got to just go with the flow. Accepting yourself as you are and letting go of what society says you should be are first steps toward freeing yourself. "Free your hair and the rest will follow

You couldn't pretend you had lost nothing... you had to begin there, not let your blood freeze over. If your heart turned away at this, it would turn away at something greater, then more and more until your heart stayed averted, immobile, your imagination redistributed away from the world and back only toward the bad maps of yourself, the sour pools of your own pulse, your own tiny, mean, and pointless wants.

I always had the sense with her that she didn't suffer fools gladly but that life was taking great pains to show her how.

Everyone these days was defensive about their lives. Everyone had settled.

I don't have a love life. I have a like life.' Mamie smiled. She thought how nice that might be, to be peacefully free from love...

Through all the muck of themselves, the times they had unobligated each other, the anger, the permitted absences, the loneliness grown dangerous, she had always returned to him. He'd had faith in that - abracadabra! But eventually the deadlines set in again. Could you live in the dead excellence of a thing - the stupid mortar of a body, the stubborn husk love had crawled from? Yes, he thought.

They looked like frogs who'd been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.

Perhaps everyone had their own way of preparing to die. Life got you ready.

You reach a point," she wrote me once, "where you cannot cry anymore, and you look around you at people you know, at people your own age, and they're not crying either. Something has been taken. And they are emptier. And they are grateful.

Someday, like everybody, this man you truly love like no other is going to die. No matter how much you love him, you cannot save him. No matter how much you love: nothing, no one, lasts.

At all the funerals for love, love had its neat trick of making you mourn it so much, it reappeared. Popped right up from the casket. Or, if it didn't reappear itself, it sent a relative of startling resemblance, a thin and charming twin, which you took home with you to fatten and cradle, nuzzle and scold.

Precancer?' she had repeated quietly, for she was a quiet woman. 'Isn't that... like life?

She hadn't been given the proper tools to make a real life with, she decided, that was it. She'd been given a can of gravy and a hairbrush and told, "There you go." She'd stood there for years, blinking and befuddled, brushing the can with the brush. Still