Quotes About Acceptance

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse

But what else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That's the reality of getting old, and I guess that's really the crux of the matter. I'm not ready to be old yet. But I shouldn't complain, this being circus day and all.

But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation. How old are you? Oh, I'm—you start confidently, but then you stop. You were going to say thirty-three, but you're not. You're thirty-five. And then you're bothered, because you wonder if this is the beginning of the end. It is, of course, but it's decades before you admit it.

And then I laugh, because it's so ridiculous and so gorgeous and it's all I can do to not melt into a fit of giggles. [...] If they're willing to accept me and my guilty conscience, why the hell shouldn't I run away with the circus?

It seems there's nothing so good or pure it cant be taken without a moment's notice. And then in the end, it all gets taken anyway.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse. Metastatic

can't be mine. Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently spreads cancer throughout your spouse.

Actually, it's not so much that I've forgotten. It's more like I've stopped keeping track.

Age is a terrible thief. Just when you're getting the hang of life, it knocks your legs out from under you and stoops your back. It makes you ache and muddies your head and silently

You are all to me, damsel. I see past what you did before, those things do not matter, because I see you as the woman you are now. Strong and beautiful, good and true. I love you, Amy, with all my heart.

your body is so much more than a lesson to be learnt

Because I am exactly where I should be, doing exactly what I should be doing. That is peace.

Because I am exactly where I should be, doing exactly what I should be doing. That is peace. Eat." Peter

Peter shifted his backpack and crutches. He took a step toward the bus. Then he turned back. I'm family? That's as true a thing as I've ever known. Now get on that bus.

I looked at my hand resting on the shelf of the prop cabinet, thinking of the scars that were there whether anyone could see them or not.

Life doesn't have to be only anxiety about what's gone wrong, and complaints about the world around you.

There's a lot that is awful. That's the struggle of getting old. To make sure you don't let what's hard...obscure the beauty.

There are so many pieces to grief. Sad pieces, angry pieces, guilty pieces, pieces of regret, and pieces that are a certain kind of pain that doesn't even have a word.

Is that the destiny of all friendships, no matter how good they are? To die out or fade away? To end?

He said I didn't need to save him. But you want to. Yeah. But I can't. Right? Probably not. Usually not.

Death changes things,' I said. 'It happens and you can't stop it. You don't have a choice. This is different.' 'Life changes things, too.

Only, don`t mistake a new place for a new you. I`ve done that more than once. You asked me before why I stay here. Maybe that`s why, he said, now that I think about it. Might as well deal with myself right here. It`s as good a place as any.

He said I didn't need to save him.' 'But you want to.' 'Yeah. But I can't. Right?' 'Probably not. Usually not.

And I understood being made to feel guilty for things that weren't your fault.