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Quotes about Acceptance

Luckily, I don't have to be anybody but Yolanda, because people don't expect me to be anything other than who I am. For an artist, it's a great place to be.
— Yolanda Adams
At the end of the day, as a grown man, I don't really care what the sexuality of the next man is.
— Miguel
We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.
— George Bernard Shaw
No, really: I can't fight, I never could. I can't bring myself to dislike anyone enough.
— George Bernard Shaw
It may be asked how so imbecile and dangerous a creed ever came to be accepted by intelligent beings. I will answer that question more fully in my next volume of plays, which will be entirely devoted to the subject. For
— George Bernard Shaw
It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
— George Eliot
If one is not to get into a rage sometimes, what is the good of being friends?
— George Eliot
When a man turns a blessing from his door, it falls to them as take it in.
— George Eliot
We are contented with our day when we have been able to bear our grief in silence, and act as if we were not suffering.
— George Eliot
I have always been thinking of the different ways in which Christianity is taught, and whenever I find one way that makes it a wider blessing than any other, I cling to that as the truest—I mean that which takes in the most good of all kinds, and brings in the most people as sharers in it. It is surely better to pardon too much, than to condemn too much.
— George Eliot
We are children of a large family, and must learn, as such children do, not to expect that our little hurts will be made much of - to be content with little nurture and caressing, and help each other the more.
— George Eliot
Here and there a cygnet is reared uneasily among the ducklings in the brown pond, and never finds the living stream in fellowship with its own oary-footed kind.
— George Eliot