Quotes About Acceptance

And when you can't stand yourself, you don't want people around who are constantly saying how much they love you, because you know you don't deserve it.

If two or three of the most important people in your life are telling you something and you are resisting it with everything you have, there is a distinct possibly [sic] that what they are saying is true.

Look you don't know I'm your soul mate, Lily said. You barely know me at all. I have terrible habits. I swallow toothpaste. My socks don't always match. I'm not good at small talk. I'm just about the most unpopular kid in class, a close third behind the guy who doesn't shower and the girl who's a compulsive liar. Besides, it's not like Jake and me... He was just being nice. You are my soul mate, even if you don't know it yet, Tye said

Whether you made your choices with your eyes open or closed, they're made. It's not time to regret them; it's time to live with the consequences.

But who am I if I'm not Janie the bulimic? Bulimia has become so much a part of me that I can't remember what it felt like not to purge. It's been this secret that I have hidden from my parents and my friends (well, except for Nancy) and the rest of the world. It's the way I can let off the pressure of always feeling like I'm not smart enough, I'm not thin enough, not pretty enough, not funny enough, just plain not enough enough.

You look like a drug addict," Mom says. "It washes you out completely." "Wow. Thanks, Mom," I tell her, swallowing the lump her words bring up in my throat. "I can always count on you to build up my self-confidence." "Would you feel better if I lied to you?" Mom asks. "Okay, fine. You look like Miss America. There, happy?

While I'm counting with the Count, I list the reasons why I wish the pills had worked. 1. I wouldn't have to face going back to school. 2. I wouldn't spend the rest of my life being known as the girl who tried to kill herself and failed at that, too. 3. I wouldn't have to remember, and so, because of that, and here's the biggie: 4. I wouldn't have to feel. Anything. Ever again.

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells. They weren't guaranteed or promised. You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

Sometimes, we just have to be happy with what people can offer us. Even if it's not what we want, at least it's something.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

Not everything's perfect, especially in the beginning. And its all right to have a little bit of regret every once in a while. It's when you feel it all the time and can't do anything about it... that's when you get into trouble

For once, you believed in yourself. You believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

Maybe not, she said as we came to the car. But maybe that isn't so bad. You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is always the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. it doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.

But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.

But sometimes you lose. Nothing you can do but admit it. -Eli

If something doesn't work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don't just throw it away. Everything can't be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.

Accepting all the good and bad about someone. It's a great thing to aspire to. The hard part is actually doing it.

I'd been convinced I was on the outside, but really, I'd always been within arm's reach. All I had to do was ask, and I, too, would be easily brought back, surrounded and immersed, finding myself safe, somewhere in between.

I am the middle sister. The one in between. Not oldest, not youngest, not boldest, not nicest. I am the shade of gray, the glass half empty or full, depending on your view. In my life, there has been little that I have done first or better than the one preceding or following me. Of all of us, though, I am the only one who has been broken.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling. The only person you can be sure to control, always, is yourself. Which is a lot to be sure of, but at the same time, not enough.

What do you do when you finally hear everything you've always thought said aloud?