Quotes About Acceptance

She wondered how much of being ugly was just an awkward age.

Shay scowled. "What, can't you stand me? Do you need to get some picture into your head so you can imagine it instead of my face?" "Shay! Come on. It's just for fun." "Making ourselves feel ugly is not fun." "We are ugly!" "This whole game is just designed to make us hate ourselves.

Even then, her mind had started to change, realizing that nature didn't need an operation to make it beautiful, it just was.

I wonder why they never come back," Shay said. "Just to visit." Tally swallowed. "Because we're so ugly, Skinny, that's why.

Splitting up has not been an easy thing for either Lindsay or me," Stevie confides. "I think we both knew deep down that it was the only thing we could do. We weren't creating, either of us. . . . It's much better now.

I'm far too intelligent to not know that there will be time when I won't be 33 anymore, when I won't be that pretty anymore, I won't be sparkly anymore, and I'll be tired. I want to be able to know that I can still have fun and be part of the world, and that I didn't give it all away for Fleetwood Mac.

Oh, the sweetness of giving in, of full surrender.

I'd become more adept at being with other people; I'd lowered my expectations of them and learned to let my mind drift into neutral when they spoke.

I breathed and breathed and did feel some calmness enter in, though it was, as always, shot with a sense of loss. Loss and fear.

It's better to have a malign providence than an indifferent one.

In God's name, she thought, let the more loving one be someone else; for me it is beyond endurance.

If the men on the Andrea Gail had simply died, and their bodies were lying in state somewhere, their loved ones could make their goodbyes and get on with their lives. But they didn't die, they disappeared off the face of the earth and, strictly speaking, it's just a matter of faith that these men will never return. Such faith takes work, it takes effort. The people of Gloucester must willfully extract these men from their lives and banish them to another world.

Back in Gloucester, Chris Cotter has a similar dream. Bobby appears before her, all smiles, and she says to him, "Hey, Bobby, where you been?" He doesn't tell her, he just keeps smiling and says, "Remember, Christina, I'll always love you," and then he fades away. "He's always happy when he goes and so I know he's okay," says Chris. "He's absolutely okay.

You can be passive and not make a decision that may save your life," he says, "or you can accept death as a possibility. That was the crux of the whole thing.

Robert Frost famously wrote that home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in.

Por lo que veo —dijo Michiko, bajando la vista hacia su plato—, en Occidente tampoco sienten mucha simpatía por los zurdos.

It was in her nature to love and to nurture; she would not leave those feelings within herself to fester and sour, but instead she chose someone who would receive her gifts gladly. She did not hold herself to be so special that only one special person could she find satisfactory.

As a girl rebelling against my father's dogma, I had scoffed at Job for accepting God's consolation of a new wife and new children. But I, most Joblike, when Giles was dead, embraced Kit, and when Kit conveyed that he was not coming back, it was the messenger himself, Ahab, whom I immediately loved. If Mother and Liberty were gone, then here was Susan to unburden me of love. Not to be loved but to love lightened my load of grief and gave value and direction to my life.

Perhaps Vulnerability was a land that, for some people, could never be entirely traversed.

Nos conformamos con estar convencidos de que el saber existe y de que el Otro lo posee, y en consecuencia no queremos saber nada de nada: tan sólo queremos, por lo general, ser amados por el saber y por el Otro que supuestamente lo posee.

I had three long conversations with Marusya over a cup of coffee. She told me her whole rather silly story. To some degree we became friends. I like people like that--doomed, dying, helpless, and brazen. I always say, if you're in trouble, you're not sinning.

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A fundamentalist is a person who considers whether a fact is acceptable to his religion before he explores it. As opposed to a curious person who explores first then considers whether or not he wants to accept the ramifications. A curious person embraces the tension between his religion and something new, wrestles with it and through it, and then decides whether to embrace the new idea or reject it.

A fundamentalist is a person who considers whether a fact is acceptable to his religion before he explores it. As opposed to a curious person who explores first then considers whether or not he wants to accept the ramifications.