Quotes About Acceptance

Change is inevitable, though, he replied. As is disappointment. Best to get used to it now.

I think she loves him, Lissa said. And love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you. Love is an excuse to put up with shit that you shouldn't, I replied

When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

That sucks, though, Wes said finally, his voice low. You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect. Says who? He just looked at me. The world, he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway? I don't want everything to be perfect, I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. I just want—

She stroked my hair and told me I was beautiful, but I was old enough by then to know not to believe it anymore.

And to know me, as you have discovered, is to love me.

It was so easy to disown what you couldn't recognize, to keep yourself apart from things that were foreign and unsettling

What is family? They were the people who claimed you. In good, in bad, in parts or in whole, they were the ones who showed up, who stayed there, regardless.

I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware, almost taking my breath away. That was the thing. You never got used to it, the idea of something being gone. Just when you think it's reconciled, accepted, someone points it out to you and it just hits you all over again, that shocking.

And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.

Forgiveness is hard. Acceptance is doable.

I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

That was one of the things about the night. Stuff that would be weird in the bright light of day just wasn't so much once you passed a certain hour. It was like the dark just evened it all out somehow.

Sometimes forgetting was just as bad as remembering.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

You couldn't make any one person your world. The trick was to take what each could give you and build a world from it.

In a way, I was almost happy to see her. The worst part of me, out in the flesh. Blinking back at me in the dim light, daring me to call her a name other than my own.

The way I see it, she continued, is that some things are just meant to be the way they are.

You didn't have to take a punch for me, you know,' he said. 'I'm a lover, not a fighter.' 'You're a freak is what you are,' I said.

but accepting help doesn"t have to mean giving up control.

Well, here we are, Ethan said. The end of the world. I smiled, turning slightly to take in the full view. It's different to what I expected. The big stuff always is, he said.

So I just decided to relax into it, bumpy and crazy as it might be, and try for once to just go along for the ride.

Life didn't begin cleanly, and it surely never ended that way. We were blessed with whatever we had in the middle. It made sense that it be messy, too.

As I stepped out to face myself in the mirror, reaching a hand to smooth away the steam, I saw myself differently. It was as if I had grown again as I slept, but this time just to fit my own size. As if my soul had expanded, filling out the gaps of the height that had burdened me all these months. Like a balloon filling slowly with air, becoming all smooth and buoyant, I felt like I finally fit within myself, edge to edge, every crevice filled.