Best 2612 quotes in «acceptance quotes» category

I turned to face Audrey, and everything I loved was right there in her eyes, the memories tangible: the schooldays and sleepovers, the cheap bottles of wine and sappy chick flicks. She was there for my mother’s drunken relapses, there to hold me until I fell asleep the first time the ex from Seattle hit me. It was all there, and my God, each memory was suddenly sacred and the sun rose and set upon it.

It was a relief to decide you didn't have to decide. It was a relief to have faith in immutability, a relief to lose faith in your ability to change something, even when it was something you'd wish you could change. It was a relief to be imposed on intractably. Acceptance, if not brave, was at least a relief. That was the trick of it.

It was hard to accept, but when the heart-shed of a faded sparkle was tallied, a dim fullness came over me. Maybe some things are just meant to be cherished the way they are: Unfinished, left unturned, wondering what could be and could have been.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like Magnus’s clothes, but Magnus wore them like armor, a layer of protection between him and a world that didn’t always meet someone like him with open arms.

It was odd to look for forgiveness and acceptance in my own head at first, but now I understood – it was the only place to look.

It wasn't a perfect body but it was the body she deserved. Not just from every bar of chocolate or bag of crisps or laden plate of food that she'd eaten. This body was also testament to all the hours in the gym and cycling up hills on her bike and glugging down two litres of water a day and learning to love vegetables and fruits that didn't come as optional extra with a pastry crust. She'd earned this body. This was her body and she had to stop giving it such a hard time.

I understand it now. You can't shut anything out. You have to open yourself completely and just receive. Let it get close to you, everything that is, and love it.

i used ti think poorly of our difference, that i wanted to be with you every minute of every day, you dont se things the way i do when it comes to love, and that friction may be the reason i love you all the more.

I used to think the opposite of control was chaos. But it's not. The opposite of control is surrender.

I've always been just me, but I was the last to know that it was all right.

I've been badly scared myself, badly, for quite a few years now. You learn to live with it.

I’ve asked Carol to marry me. What? Just now? No, said his father with a rare laugh. For the last 20 years. She’s always said no. Really? Says she doesn’t want me telling her what to do with her money. And I thought she was just being modern, Ellis smiled. Yeah, that too. But she said I had to get your permission first. Mine? So that’s what I’m asking. You have it. You can think about it — — Nothing to think about. But you might feel different later. I won’t. Just marry her, Dad. Marry her. His father took off his cap and smoothed his hair. He put the cap back on. Painting’s upstairs, he said.

I’ve got a question for you… Are you the person who you thought you’d be by now? I know I am not. The fact is that life may not be what you thought it would be by now (If It is, I congratulate you & applaud you) You may feel stuck in a job you don’t like, not making enough money, jobless, or maybe you are in a bad relationship/marriage, or unhappy because you are out of shape…but don’t let that get you down. The key is 2 focus on what you have (Health,Fam,friends etc) instead of what you don’t have. And also in the things that you have done (Finished a Race-College/Got that Diploma/Raise a Family etc) Instead of the things you haven’t done. yet IF where you are now, it’s not where you want to be…know that where you’re going is far more important than where you are now or where you’ve been. Forgive yourself, Accept the current situation & MOVE ON, knowing that from now on you will focus your time & energy on the possibilities & opportunities that lie ahead 4 you in the near future.

I’ve lived in this world a long time, and you can’t change what you like, even if you’d want to.

I want people to feel safe around me. Calm and at peace and I want to make people feel accepted. I want to express confidence on my own path, and spread confidence to other people on theirs.

I want to share my story, and I want to know yours. I believe with all my heart that sharing our stories, the real, ugly, broken ones, is one of the most powerful things in the world, because to share our story we must first accept it. We must own it. We must stop running from it or shoving it into the corner when company comes over. To share our story is to admit that we've been changed.

I was always reaching for love, but it turns out love doesn't involve reaching. I was always dreaming of the big love, the ultimate love, the love that would sweep me off my feet or 'break open the hard shell of my lesser self' (Daisaku Ikeda). The love that would bring on my surrender. The love that would inspire me to give everything. As I lay there, it occurred to me that while I had been dreaming of this big love, this ultimate love, I had, without realizing it, been giving and receiving love for most of my life. As with the trees that were right in front of me, I had been unable to value what sustained me, fed me, and gave me pleasure. And as with the trees, I was so busy waiting for and imagining and reaching and dreaming and preparing for this huge big love that I had totally missed the beauty and perfection of the soft-boiled eggs and Bolivian quinoa.

I was born subject like others to errors and defects, But never to the error of wanting to understand too much, Never to the error of wanting to understand only with the intellect.. Never to the defect of demanding of the World That it be anything that’s not the World.

I was calling you earlier when your name and number flashed up on my cell’s screen. But instead of it being you, it was Chris.” “You still have my number programed into your phone?

I wear my scars as a queen wears her crown.

I welcomed who I was and left behind who I was not.

I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you, None has understood you, but I understand you, None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself, None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you, None but would subordinate you, I only am he who will never consent to subordinate you, I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God, beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.

Listen, there’s something I must tell. I’ve never, never seen it so clearly. But it doesn’t matter a bit if you don’t understand, because each one of you is quite perfect as you are, even if you don’t know it. Life is basically a gesture, but no one, no thing, is making it. There is no necessity for it to happen, and none for it to go on happening. For it isn’t being driven by anything; it just happens freely of itself. It’s a gesture of motion, of sound, of color, and just as no one is making it, it isn’t happening to anyone. There is simply no problem of life; it is completely purposeless play – exuberance which is its own end. Basically there is the gesture. Time, space, and multiplicity are complications of it. There is no reason whatever to explain it, for explanations are just another form of complexity, a new manifestation of life on top of life, of gestures gesturing. Pain and suffering are simply extreme forms of play, and there isn’t anything in the whole universe to be afraid of because it doesn’t happen to anyone! There isn’t any substantial ego at all. The ego is a kind of flip, a knowing of knowing, a fearing of fearing. It’s a curlicue, an extra jazz to experience, a sort of double-take or reverberation, a dithering of consciousness which is the same as anxiety.

I will not compare myself with others, nor them with me. I will appreciate myself and others for what I and they contribute.

Laugh to be refreshed, discover to be surprised, accept and celebrate differences to be happy

Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become more needed. The skalds, the bards, the writers are not separate and exclusive. From the beginning, their functions, their duties, and their responsibilities have been decreed by our species... the writer is delegated to declare and to celebrate man's proven capacity for greatness of heart and spirit - for gallantry in defeat, for courage, compassion and love. In the endless war against weakness and despair, these are the bright rally flags of hope and of emulation. I hold that a writer who does not passionately believe in the perfectibility of man has no dedication nor any membership in literature.

Living is for-giving: love yourself, accept yourself, forgive yourself.

Living in the past is a conscious or an unconscious choice made through a connection to the past.

Living in the past is like choosing to cling to a chronic illness.

Love is a sacrificial item

Looking at his bare chest and perfectly chiseled abs did not settle the twist in her gut or the flutter of her heart at her recent acceptance that she still loved the man. One kiss and it all came back, washing over her in an overwhelming wave.

Love and accept everyone for who they are, for where they are in life. That is compassion.

Love first; ask questions later.

Love is being able to view a situation without adding duality to it.

Love is purely spiritual, until you can honestly accept and love your essence and truth, you have nothing to offer another

Loneliness isn’t a lack of people. It is a lack of understanding and acceptance.

Losing Foxen was bad. It would leave her blind and lonely in the dark. Being trapped beneath the pipes and choking out her life was awful too. But neither of those things were wrong.

Love heals violence and all its sources

Love is a feeling that is imposed on you. You cannot be lazy; it is up to you to make things work and make the best of it.

Love is an unconditional state of being.

Love is not blind. Love sees everything and says yes to it all.

Love is total surrender, total acceptance and total commitment.

Love it the way it is.

Love Request: Isn't this all we request from love? A brave, vulnerable and sincere exposure, To be candidly seen in all our faults Blemishes, quirks and flaws Yet still be so implicitly loved Cherished, accepted And most of all, Wanted

Love me as I am, sweet one, for I shall never be better.

Lovers moon and wishing stars are too busy for the likes of us.

Loving someone who does not love you back hurts, alot, i know. It is liking seeing these pair of shoes at the retail store which do not fit you. Chances are, if you buy them knowing they are a small size, you will have blisters and probably hurt your toes. What i mean is, not everyone will love you back, therefore, never shove your love down anyone's throat. Accept it and appreciate the ones that do love you.

Love is the state of being; it is not a personal feeling directed to a particular someone. Love is beyond romance and attraction. Love is when it doesn't matter when you get that person or not because you have met your own self through that person and that self will always be with you....within you.Love is not your loftiest fantasy you always thought will happen to you. Love is not wanting someone at any cost and cursing them if you do not "get" them. Love is who you are - your very essence felt and experienced by all that come into your vicinity

Love moves in sync with the cadence of forgiveness, sings in tune with the melody of acceptance, and dances in rhythm with the music of companionship.

Love me for what I am Not what I try to be. Love me for what I am. I am A person who likes to lie too much. I try too much To impress other people... Often my inferiors.