Quotes About Tolerance

There is hardly any personal defect, replied Anne, which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

There is hardly any personal defect which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

Elizabeth received them with all the forbearance of civility

I do not pretend people in general are without imperfections.

Selfishness must always be forgiven, you know, because there is no hope of a cure.

There is hardly any personal defect, replied Anne, which an agreeable manner might not gradually reconcile one to.

Yine de genç bir akl?n önyarg?lar?nda öyle sevimli bir ÅŸey var ki, insan daha yayg?n görüÅŸlerin kabulüne feda edildiklerini görmekten üzüntü duyuyor.

Where any one body of educated men, of whatever denomination, are condemned indiscriminately, there must be a deficiency of information, (or smiling) of something else.

it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.

afterwards.--She had humoured, or softened, or concealed his failings

That is the case with us all, papa. One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other." Later

And never allow yourself to be blinded by prejudice?

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other

Merito sempre il miglior trattamento perché non ne tollero altri.

very few Westerners, I thought, could tolerate such a way of life- for it would mean having to forgo the luxuries which we had come to think of as necessities.

Are you saying we have to find a way of forgiving the oppressor?" I asked, somewhat suspect of this ability to forgive or have compassion for the oppressor.

Other people's behavior is none of my business.

Other people's behavior is non of my business.

I don't think it matters who you love, just as long as you love. Who cares whether it's a man or a woman? Why does that have anything more to do with the person inside than the color of someone's skin? Personally, I'm pretty fucking disappointed that I seem to be one hundred percent heterosexual.

The two or so times we actually fought she smashed a plate and stormed out into the night. I have always disliked an argument. When I tried to be the voice of reason, when I pointed out that it might be wiser to continue what I mildly referred to as, "the discussion," she flew off the handle again. Later, in jest, she accused me of being more even and mature than any reasonable person could tolerate.

That was another way in which Monterey was agreeable—no one pried, no one asked unpleasant questions. Perhaps the reason for that was that there were few churches, and most of those Catholic.

As long as he has a house with two bathrooms. I swear to God, I don't care if he's Jack the Ripper.

The mother and daughter whose roles had reversed—Grandma gladly relinquishing parental responsibility, my mother grimly accepting the task, struggling to find a place for an old woman who'd suddenly become a strange hybrid of tolerant mother and rebellious daughter. My father, in the living room, not wanting any part of it.

I am just a simple monk. The sun shines on the just and unjust alike. If the sun does not judge, then who am I to do so?