Quotes About Acceptance

He was not ashamed of it, but put it away as one of the bitter-sweet experiences of his life, for which he could be grateful when the pain was over.

for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.

we must each be what God and nature makes us. We can't change it much--only help to develop the good and control the bad elements in us.

for no matter how lost and soiled and worn-out wandering sons may be, mothers can forgive and forget every thing as they fold them in their fostering arms. Happy the son whose faith in his mother remains unchanged, and who, through all his wanderings, has kept some filial token to repay her brave and tender love.

Then I don't feel as if I'd wasted my life. I'm not so good as you make me, but I have tried to do right. And now, when it's too late to begin even to do better, it's such a comfort to know that someone loves me so much, and feels as if I'd helped them.

Nunca, hasta que sea vieja y no pueda moverme más que con un bastón. No intentes hacerme crecer antes de tiempo Meg; bastante duro es ya verte cambiar a ti de repente. Déjame ser niña todo el tiempo que pueda.

Well, we can't have it, so don't let us grumble but shoulder our bundles and trudge along as cheerfully as Marmee does. I'm sure Aunt March is a regular Old Man of the Sea to me, but I suppose when I've learned to carry her without complaining, she will tumble off, or get so light that I shan't mind her.

It is apt to be so, and it is hard to bear; for, though we do not want trumpets blown, we do like to have our little virtues appreciated, and cannot help feeling disappointed if they are not.

When the first bitterness was over, the family accepted the inevitable, and tried to bear it cheerfully, helping one another by the increased affection which comes to bind households tenderly together in times of trouble. They put away their grief, and each did his or her part toward making that last year a happy one.

Laurie's heart wouldn't ache. The wound persisted in healing with a rapidity that astonished him, and instead of trying to forget, he found himself trying to remember.

Desechar todos los regalos que nos brinda la vida porque no nos da el que queremos es una mezquindad.

Los corazones al igual que las flores no se pueden abrir por la fuerza, que tienen su propio ritmo.

As Beth had hoped, the tide went out easily and in the dark hour before the dawn on the bosom where she had drawn her first breath, she quietly drew her last, with no farewell but one loving look, one little sigh.

Rechazar todos los regalos que nos brinda la vida porque no nos da el que queremos es una mezquindad.

God has ordered it all for the best...

Convinieron en dejar de quejarse, gozar de lo que ya tenían y tratar de merecerlo, no fuera que lo perdiesen en vez de que aumentara y creo que nunca se arrepintieron.

No, no! I detest, despise, hate and discard this man forever. My delusion is gone, I know him now, and nothing can restore love, respect or confidence. He is my evil genius, and long ago when as a reckless girl I said I'd sell my soul to Satan for a year of freedom little I knew that I should be taken at my word in such fearful earnest. I've been happy, I've paid a high price for it, and now I have no desire but to expiate the impious wish by patience and submission.

I only know that it's the way of the world; and people who set themselves against it, only get laughed at for their pains.

No sabes cuánto! Lo intento, pero cada día pierdo un poco más de fuerza y comprendo que no la recuperaré jamás. Es como una marea, Jo; cuando crece, va lenta, pero es imparable. —Pues debemos pararla. Tu marea no puede crecer ahora, eres demasiado joven, ¡sólo tienes diecinueve años! Beth, no puedo dejarte marchar...

Old love, middle love, the kind of love that knows itself and knows that nothing lasts, is a desperate shared wildness.

When small towns find they cannot harm the strangest of their members, when eccentrics show resilience, they are eventually embraced and even cherished.

Your life feels different on you, once you greet death and understand your heart's position. You wear your life like a garment from the mission bundle sale ever after – lightly because you realize you never paid nothing for it, cherishing because you know you won't ever come by such a bargain again.

I need a word, a sentence. The door is open. Go.

The present was enough, though my work in the cemetery told me every day what happens when you let an unsatisfactory present go on long enough: it becomes your entire history.