Quotes About Acceptance

When I start feeling shaky I lie down, expecting nothing, and it arrives, washing over me in a wave of black vacancy

What is it that I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don't prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull.

Letting yourself go is an alarming notion; it is said of older women who become frowzy and fat, and of things that are sold cheap. Of course there is something to it. I am letting myself go.

There are a great many buttocks in this room. I am no longer used to them.

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. I

at that time men and women tried each other on, casually, like suits, rejecting whatever did not fit.

For the ones who come after you, it will be easier. They will accept their duties with willing hearts. She did not say: Because they will have no memories, of any other way. She said: Because they won't want things they can't have.

The older women, the married ones and the widows, wear black clothes and no makeup, as I used to do. When I was in the later months of pregnancy, they would smile at me, as if I was almost one of them. Now they smile at Sarah first.

Now here's a good one: you're lying on your deathbed. You have one hour to live. Who is it, exactly, you have needed all these years to forgive?

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I try not to think too much. Like other things now, thought must be rationed. There's a lot that doesn't bear thinking about.

You can fall in love with anybody — a fool, a criminal, a nothing. There are no good rules.

Every day a bad-hair day? My hair was driving me crazy, but then Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I died. Don

Lately he's been treating her like white noise, like the rivulet sound on their sleep machine. This would once have hurt her Ã¢â'¬â€œ did hurt her Ã¢â'¬â€œ but now it suits her fine. She

But Molly didn't hate men. With men, Molly was a toad-kisser. she thought any toad could be turned into a prince if he was only kissed enough, by her. I was different. I knew a toad was a toad and would remain so. The thing was to find the most congenial among the toads and learn to appreciate their finer points. You had to develop an eye for warts. I called this compromise. Molly called it cynicism

There was a time when we didn't hug, after she'd told me about being gay; but then she said I didn't turn her on, reassuring me

There were so many things that could be done to it or go wrong with it, this adult female body, that I was left feeling I would be better off without it.

I believe in effort, but not in unnecessary effort: Aunt Vidala was most likely negotiating her exit from this world all on her own.

What people need to understand is that pussy is the Front Door of Life

I just want to love everyone. I don't care if that sounds stupid. I want to love everyone.

By allowing and legitimizing different types of families, we make them relevant, attainable and honorable, thereby strengthening the moral fabric of the nation and making the ideal American family setting available to all who wish to be a part of one.

Faith] was something other than an intellectual exercise. There were no words, no lofty concepts, that could take away the pain. Faith was living with the pain.

Perhaps the rare and simple pleasure of being seen for what one is compensates for the misery of being it.

The journey to joy begins with acceptance.