Quotes About Acceptance

I don't hate anybody.

As I sat by my mother's side and held her hand and watched her, I remember thinking, I'm going to do this too, some day. This is what dying looks like. This is what Dad looked like when he died, and what I'm going to look like, too. Like Mom and Dad. It was comforting to know what I would look like. It made death a little less frightening, a little more intimate, a little more dear.

Patience was part of his nature, and he accepted his lot as a short-lived mammal, scurrying in and out amid the roots of the giants.

Montaigne wrote that death itself is nothing. It is only the fear of death that makes death seem important.

You are who you are, Benny Oh. Just don't let anyone tell you that's a problem.

So thank you for noticing, and thank you, too, for what you said just now: I knew you were mine. These are words every book wants to hear, and they sent a tremor of delight down our spine.

But maybe that was the trick—to accept the responsibility and forgo the control? To love without expectation?

He described it as a collaboration with time and place, whose outcome neither he nor any of his contemporaries would ever live to witness, but he was okay with not knowing, Patience was part of his nature, and he accepted his lot as a short-lived mammal, scurrying in and out amid the roots of the giants.

it wouldn't matter if I bumped and bounced like a cabbage all the way down until I hit bottom and then rolled out to sea, because at least I'd be safe and dead.

I should only make myself ridiculous in my own eyes if I clung to life and hugged it when it has no more to offer.

Are you a male or a female or somewhere in between?

I don't know any prayers, so I just make them go round and round and say blessings in my head for all the things and people I love, and when I run out of things I love, I move on to the things I don't hate too much, and sometimes I even discover that I can love the things I think I hate.

And so, yes. The Tidy Magic that Cory read was different from the Tidy Magic that Annabelle read, and different, too, from the book that Aikon thought she wrote and her critics on Twitter condemned—and yet all these books were accurate, complete and perfect, just as they are.

Maketa," I said, throwing myself down in the sand. "I lost. The ocean won." She smiled. "Was it a good feeling?" "Mm," I said. "That's good," she said. "Have another rice ball?

That's the thing about Jiko, one of her superpowers, is that just by being in the same room with you, she can make you feel okay about yourself.

You are who you are Benny Oh. Just don't let anyone tell you that's a problem.

But maybe that was the trick—to accept the responsibility and forgo the control? To love without expectation? A paradox for sure, but such a relief.

Then she said, with piteous defiance, If I could love her, the Good Lord could, and he won't be too hard on an old lady who didn't have an easy life.

I discovered that endings have their own odd thrill. In the mania of the moment, it's possible to forget what you are losing.

Change works both ways. You must accept those moments, experience them, and let them go. Because if you allow yourself to get stuck in that minute, nothing will ever change." "What are you saying?" "I am telling you that if things can change for the worse, the opposite is also true. But only if you open yourself to the possibilities. As Lulu did. It is what one finds so appealing about her." It

We're in a transient state - why hate our present selves? Let's save the energy for when we are eighty, when we are perhaps above, or beyond, changing. Then we can hate, if hate we must.

We should get over it.

Don't hate anyone," she had said. "It's quite useless and harms the hater while it does nothing at all to the hated." So

When you get old," she had said on the occasion of her brother Tom's dying, "you don't have much emotion. It goes. At about seventy, I'd say. All those things and people you were passionate about, angry or adoring or longing, they all go, and a kind of dull calm takes over. I