Quotes About Acceptance

Si elle n'est plus belle, eh bien tant pis ! Nous nous arrangerons ! J'ai gardé tant de beauté d'elle en moi, si vivace, si chaude que j'en ai bien pour tous les deux et pour au moins vingt ans encore, le temps d'en finir.

Les choses auxquelles on tenait le plus vous vous décidez un jour à en parler de moins en moins avec effort quand il faut s'y mettre. On en a bien marre de s'écouter toujours causer...on abrège...on renonce...ça dure depuis trente ans qu'on cause...on ne tient plus à avoir raison. L'envie vous lâche de garder la petite place qu'on s'était réservée parmi les plaisirs... on se dégoûte

Blessed are those who can content themselves with whorehouses! Parapine

Poor people never, or hardly ever, ask for an explanation of all they have to put up with. They hate one another, and content themselves with that.

Broken hearts never grow back together," Quinn whispered. "They never really get fixed—don't let anyone tell you they do. But I believe that if you're lucky, you find the right things in life to let you live with one.

Why do you always talk about death?" "Because it's part of us," Quinn said softly "Part of our lives.

Kate's love helps me forgive myself for my own death. The choices I made, the people I hurt. But now I know—the best of us waste our time repenting, forgiving everyone but ourselves. And the worst don't even realize there is anything to forgive. Hungry ghosts wander the earth, trapped in the bardo, seeking redemption that had been there all along.

But now I know—the best of us waste our time repenting, forgiving everyone but ourselves.

Stevie thought about how people have to find their own ways to the light. People take as long as they take, and there wasn't any use trying to rush them.

liked the way Jane smiled at her—as if Jane was looking for and seeing the very best in Chloe. Not like teachers, always correcting you, trying to improve you, and not like parents, just waiting for you to do the next wrong thing, so they could shake their heads and let you know how disappointed they were in you. . . .

Jane seemed to just like her. She liked her without wanting anything in return:

Never judge your friends by what makes them different," she had said. "Gender, color, none of that matters. It's who they—and you—are inside that counts.

No matter what mysteries we're facing, we still have to live our lives.

None of us ever think our lives would be our lives," Scotty said.

That some things we're not supposed to know. We have to look as hard as we can, then know when it's time to give up. That's the time we have to lay the whole thing to rest.

She had learned—by degrees—the ability to accept what life was handing her instead of what she wished for.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. Your really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in this world.

Everything had come easily to her. her whole life: This was the only thing that remained resolutely beyond her control.

I was willing to take being second best if it meant I could still . . . you know. Be with him.

This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point.

When I tried to imagine being beautiful, I could only imagine living without the perpetual fear of being alone, without the great burden of isolation, which is what feeling ugly felt like.

Through [my friends] I discovered what it was to love people. There was an art to it...which was not really all that different from the love that is necessary in the making of art. It required the effort of always seeing them for themselves and not as I wished them to be...

I treated despair in terms of hierarchy: if there was a more important pain in the world, it meant my own was negated. I thought I simply had to accept the fact that I was ugly, and that to feel despair about it was simply wrong.