Quotes About Tolerance

Look. Studies show FEAR sets attitudes/tolerance to change. Fearful people reject foreign, alien, strange. Circle wagons. Pull in horizons. Horizons of time. Of tolerance. Of risk. Of Dreams.

Like California . . . contemporary New Zealand had gradually transformed its longstanding tradition of tolerance into a positive fetish for eccentricity.

Growing up among cultural differences is already, or soon will be, the rule rather than the exception—even for those who never physically leave their home country.

I realized then that if I could teach my children only one or two basic principles, tolerance would be one of them.

That you do not have to like a person in order to learn from him/her/it.

You decide. You be the judge. It says You are welcome regardless of severity. Severity is in the eye of the sufferer, it says. Pain is pain.

Surely we all dealt with and reconciled ourselves to a life many of whose features were out of our control. It was part of living in a world full of other people with other interests.

you do not have to like a person in order to learn from him/her/it. That

sentence-by-sentence basis—that it's okay if a person

Nosotros, llenos de ambición y enfermos de espíritu, no podemos convivir con la selva, porque sólo toleramos el mundo cuando le hemos dado nuestro rostro y le hemos impuesto nuestra ley

If I want to do anything, I want to speak a more universal language.

If I have any desire at all, it is to show the brotherhood of man.

There is no real freedom for the man who is in so much of a hurry that he is annoyed by the human race and by the hot glaring afternoon sun.

Each of you will begin to be truly human when, in spite of your natural dislike of one another, you still respect one another. That is what it means to be civilized.

How poor are they that have not patience! What wound did ever heal but by degrees? Iago

Be patient, for the world is broad and wide.

None can be called deformed but the unkind.

No, I will be the pattern of all patience; I will say nothing.

Forbear to judge, for we are sinners all.

For there was never yet philosopher that could endure the toothache patiently.

What cannot be preserved when fortune takes, Patience her injury a mockery makes.

Strange is it that our bloods, Of colour, weight, and heat, pour'd all together, Would quite confound distinction, yet stand off In differences so mighty.

If I try to suppress or exclude him, he simply goes underground and continues to judge from a hiding place.

He drew a circle that shut me out— Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle that took him in! —EDWIN MARKHAM