Quotes About Acceptance

He doesn't know what is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him it he looks at it too clearly.

What do I want? I want you to talk about normal things. No I don't. I want you to look me in the eye and say, I know you're dying.

It would be nice to believe that love should be dished out in a fair way so that everyone got some. But that wasn't how it was going to be for me.

But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning.

Fool, he tells himself. She's not here. She was never here. It was imagination and wishful thinking, nothing but that. Resign yourself. He can't resign himself.

and there isn't anything I want to do about the fact that you are unhappy & sick you aren't sick & unhappy only alive & stuck with it

I never had a favourite letter that began my name - I for Iris - because I was everybody's letter.

Take what the moment offers. Don't close doors. Be thankful.

Ill winds blow far and find a ready welcome.

Maybe they'll just take her someplace else, like an island, with the other people on it who are like her. People who don't fit in, but not criminal elements. Surely that's what they'll do.

Men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.

Yesterday I went to the doctor, to see about these dizzy spells. He told me that I have developed what used to be called a heart, as if healthy people didn't have one. It seems I will not after all keep on living forever, merely getting smaller and greyer and dustier, like Sibyl in her bottle. Having long ago whispered I want to die, I now realise that this wish will indeed be fulfilled, and sooner rather than later. No matter that I've changed my mind.

Messy love is better than none. I guess. I'm no authority on sane living.

Charis disapproves of crass words like shit. Roz has offered poop , but Charis rejected it as too babyish. Her alimentary canal products? Tony has suggested. No, that sounds too coldly intellectual, said Charis. Her Gifts to the Earth.

Having long ago whispered I want to die , I now realize that this wish will indeed be fulfilled, and sooner rather than later. No matter that I've changed my mind about it.

For once in their lives, they loved themselves.

This may not seem ordinary to you now, but after a time it will. It will become ordinary.

It's like Janine, though, to take it upon herself, to decide the baby's flaws were due to her alone. But people will do anything rather than admit that their lives have no meaning. No use, that is. No plot.   One

There was also, as it turned out, the dismay of my parents to be reckoned with: their tolerance about caterpillars and beetles and other non-human life forms did not quite extend to artists.

It took me a long time to figure out that the youngest in a family of dragons is still a dragon from the point of view of those who find dragons alarming.

I will never be that old, thinks Joanne. I will die before I'm thirty. She knows this absolutely. It's a tragic but satisfactory thought. If necessary, if some wasting disease refuses to carry her off, she'll do it herself, with pills. She is not at all unhappy but she intends to be, later. It seems required.

But we lived as usual. Everyone does, most of the time. Whatever is

I want to keep on living, in any form. I resign my body freely, to the uses of others. They can do what they like with me. I am abject. I feel, for the first time, their true power.

Why don't women have to prove to one another that they are women?