Quotes About Acceptance

The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.

Her inability to see my color—a quality that at first seemed so fetching in her, so exhilarating and optimistic—ultimately became a statement I could not accept: that my color wasn't important. It seemed she did not know me. It was unbearable.

As a therapist, in doing no harm, we need to honor where the client is at.

What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

It will happen soon. Someday you will find yourself surrounded by people with the exact same interests as you, and you will never feel out of place again," I say, already wary of the incredible lie I am telling.

Maybe it was better to just go on believing everything was OK, even when really bad things were just about to happen.

I figured Alan wasn't really Alan anymore, that maybe the meds or the disease had made him someone else, someone more timid, someone I actually felt close to. I kept hoping that this would be it, that this would be as bad as it would ever get.

But visualization is one thing. Being brutally honest means expecting bad shots. Because the reality is you will hit a lot of bad shots. The secret is to move on from those bad shots, and the way to do that is to be ready for them.

My new companion was one of the worst cooks I have ever known. I thanked him for the meal, and since all I had to offer was some conversation, that's what we did. His name was Cullen, but he kept referring to himself as the Former House Nigger, as if it were a rank akin to general.

Noi non giudichiamo. Le cose strane sono il nostro mestiere.

Just a year ago I kept thinking this ain't fair, the way things have turned out for me. Then it come to me clean as spring rain. Life is just what it is, and it ain't fair at all." "Can't we make it fair?" "You can try, but all that other unfairness keeps seeping in.

poi, all'improvviso, la verità mi è saltata agli occhi, semplice come un bicchier d'acqua. La vita è quello che è, ed è tutto tranne che giusta.

And now,"she said, raising her hand for a cab, "your wish has been granted. You may go home and forget I ever existed."A taxi swung up to the curb. "Whatever happens next is not on your conscience." "Wait,"I said. "Gobi . . ." She leaned forward, kissing me briefly on the mouth. "Au revoir, Perry." "Wait,"I said. But she didn't. She climbed into the taxi. She didn't look back.

I watched the scar starting to form on my knee. No matter how tan I got, it stayed white. Gradually, the dreams stopped. By late July, when I still hadn't heard from Columbia, I assumed that I'd gone from the waitlist to the trash can. Didn't bother me as much as I'd expected. I was in at Uconn and Trinity. I'd started to wonder if that was what I really wanted after all.

I d-duh-don't know wh-why you even b-buh -bother b-buh-because in s-six y-yuh-years y-you're g-guh-going to be j-juh-just l-like—""Don't say that."Something inside me went cold. "I'm never going to be like him.

You should not be afraid of a little blood," Gobi said. "Life is full of it.

Self-pity wrapped itself around him like a damp, familiar cloak.

He had sat numb, repeatedly questioning why his own tumble had been held on the same piton just before the Japanese leader had fallen and ripped it out. A day later he was his normal self again: an experience absorbed, shelved in his memory, understood and accepted, and left at that.

I can sit and view the scene with detachment because I know that delays are part of the game. It is what it is – but many people haven't discovered that yet.

I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.

It's not for us to choose our times, Jacob. But we must be ready when they come.

I thought of Matt. I thought of Yael. I thought of the decision I'd made on the plane to finally accept what I already knew in my heart to be true. I thought of the verse about what true love looks like—laying down your life for others.

Al hablar de la expansión espontánea me refiero a algo que no podemos controlar. Y si no podemos controlarlo, debemos -pienso yo- regocijarnos que no podemos controlarlo.

Next time, involve me in what you're planning. How had I gone so easily from feeling excluded to doing the excluding? Did I dislike the reminder that I hadn't always been on the inside looking out? Was I so relieved to be there that I didn't notice the people who still wanted desperately to be invited in? Had I learned that the only way to be part of a society was to shun its outcasts?