Quotes About Acceptance

Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting herself to mourn this long separation only now that it was over.

When you belonged nowhere, you sort of belonged everywhere.

In this present body he hadn't been loved, and he found almost nothing to love about himself.

Greta was squinting at the Pants. Are those yours? she asked. Bridget nodded. Would you like me to wash 'em for you? A little bleach would clean that whole mess right off them. Bridget looked aghast. No! No, thank you she cradled them protectively. I like them how they are. Greta clucked and shook her head. To each, her own, she muttered. You have no magic in you, Bridget thought.

Le chagrin, c'est comme un nouveau-né, les trois premiers mois, c'est l'enfer et, au bout de six mois, on finit par s'avouer vaincu, on réorganise sa vie en fonction de lui, on lui fait de la place.

Why not celebrate what you had had rather than spend your time mourning its passing? There could be joy in things that ended.

Girls who wouldn't take risks both loved and hated girls who did. Bridget

Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.

What was this compulsive need to be loveable?

She was already lost - she couldn't really get more lost, could she? When you belonged nowhere, you sort of belonged everywhere

She was still holding out for something that wasn't going to happen. She was good at waiting. That seemed like a sad thing to be good at.

Do you think it's easier to be mad at people you trust?" her mom asked very softly. "Why is that?" "Because you trust that they'll love you anyway.

loving a person was all you could do.

can you make yourself love? can you make yourself be loved?

Remember: Pants=Love. Love your pals. Love yourself.

How staunchly people rationalized the things they had, even (especially) if they didn't choose them.

When it came to your own family, it was hard to remember how weird they were.

That was her life's challenge. Not to shy away from the pain. Not to deny it, but rather to take it on. Give it a voice if it needed one. Accept that it had a right to be.

The most beautiful place in the world, is anyplace. Anyplace you can hold your head up. Anyplace you can be proud of who you are. But I though, where you love somebody a whole lot, and you know that person loves you, that's the most beautiful place in the world.

Democrats could never accept the fact that "civil rights" was about correcting specific and severe injustices done to American blacks, principally because they were the ones who had perpetrated the injustices.

EARLIER IMMIGRANTS WERE CHAMPS AT ASSIMILATION

It's very hard to explain—part of me had enough indoctrination to believe I was not a mother. They make that very clear: "You're not a mother. You are too young. You are a bad person. You got pregnant and you aren't married. You are not entitled to this baby. You're gonna give this baby a chance in life." Part of me accepted that wisdom, but then there was the other part of me that had feelings that I wasn't supposed to have. So

She said, "You know, if we're gonna have a relationship I want you to know who I am. I'm gay." I said, "I don't care." And I really don't care because, oh God, if you can find love you're lucky.

Sometimes we pray for help in accepting what comes our way. That takes a bit of magic, too -George