acceptance

He nods, looking through the pictures on the screen on the back of his camera. Some relationships can only exist as memories. But unlike ephemeral digital images that can be sorted and deleted, we can__ erase the past. We have to learn to live with all the images that are stored in love's archive, memories tagged good and bad. No Photoshopping. Accept the negative before moving forward.

No man was to be eulogized for what he did; or censured for what he did or did not do. All of us are the children of conditions, of circumstances, of environment, of education, of acquired habits and of heredity; moulding men as they are and will for ever be.

In the long run, every man will pay the penalty for his own misdeeds. The man who remembers this will be angry with no one, indignant with no one, revile no one, blame no one, offend no one, hate no one.

I don't expect forgiveness.I only expect acceptance.

A world where a majority had imbibed the lessons implicit within tragic art would be one in which the consequences of our failures would necessarily cease to weigh upon us so heavily.

It is up to each one of us to immunize ourselves from any disabling bolts of anger and defend ourselves from the thunderstorms of hatred. No matter how maliciously anyone might act towards us, humankinds_ ability to express empathy, compassion, and mercy is the only life-sustaining panacea. Whenever we foster empathy and compassion and display mercy towards other people, we overcome the vilest actions and greatest atrocities committed by other persons. If we love everyone, we can never feel victimized or hate anyone. If we love ourselves, we will never act in a degrading manner.

This is the way it ought to be, he thought to himself, to be able to dance with a girl you like and really get a kick out of it because everything_ on an even keel and one__ worries are of the usual ones of unpaid bills and sickness in the family and being late to work too often. Wh can__ it be that way for me? Nobody__ looking twice at us. Nobody__ asking me where I was during the war or what the hell I am doing back on the coast. There__ no trouble to be had without looking for it. Everything__ the same, just as it used to be. No bad feelings except for those that have always been and probably always will. It__ a matter of attitude. Mine needs changing. I__e got to love the world the way I used to. I__e got to love it and the people so I__l feel good, and feeling good will make life worthwhile. There__ no point in crying about what__ done. There__ a place for me and Emi and Freddie here on the dance floor and out there in the hustle of things if we__l let it be that way. I__e been fighting it and hating it and letting my bitterness against myself and Ma and Pa and even Taro throw the whole universe out of perspective. I want only to go on living and be happy. I__e only to let myself do so.

Love is a sacrificial item

--I truly and deeply wanted to kill him. And I believe I could have done it, with nothing but my hands. But all of a sudden, out of nowhere, Peter had an arm around me. "Let it go, Kade," he was whispering very gently, though his arm was nearly crushing me. "Open your fists," he said, "and let go of the coals.

Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.

These are the few ways we can practice humility:To speak as little as possible of one's self.To mind one's own business.Not to want to manage other people's affairs.To avoid curiosity.To accept contradictions and correction cheerfully.To pass over the mistakes of others.To accept insults and injuries.To accept being slighted, forgotten and disliked.To be kind and gentle even under provocation.Never to stand on one's dignity.To choose always the hardest.

To say that, __ will not agree (will not accept)_ is great egoism!

To love, and be loved, this is the greatest challenge that any of us face in our lives.

I have found that the less expectation you put on others, the more happiness you will find with them and yourself.

My fear of being real, of being seen, paralyzes me into silence. I crave the touch and the connection, but I__ not always brave enough to open my hand and reach out. This is the great challenge: to be seen, accepted, and loved, I must first reveal, offer, and surrender.

The process of grieving any loss is dependent upon your relationship to the person.

There is no compromise when it comes to someones delicate feelings, the only way out is to stop pretending and set yourself free from someones life.

Every relationship will suffer to some degree without finding self-acceptance and treating yourself like your own best friend.