Quotes About Acceptance

He knows who this was, when he was something other than a tall, pretty young whore.

We learn to let go of our former selves, if we are to live in the world forever. Or we burn.

I don't love you. You shouldn't change yourself for me.

It didn't matter because it was out of my control, and my energy needed to go to things that I could control, or at least hope to affect the outcome of.

Patty's mouth twisted; her expression said creepy kid, but Genie was too lonely to get up and leave, even if she knew Patty didn't want her there.

My taste was terrible, but it was not that bad.

God protect the halt and the lame," he muttered. "Also the purblind fools. And one Kit Marlowe, wherever he may be.

It wasn't healthy to live in the past or worse, to let the past live in your head forever. I'd save that kind of wallowing for special occasions.

Enjoy belonging to the machine, babes.

It might lack of warmth, confort, and sartorial splendor, but Kit was happy simply to be clothed.

We can't help putting down roots. The best we can do is lie to ourselves about it.

I liked who I was now. It wasn't entirely comfortable-I knew there were places wher I chafed and rubbed and prickled, against my shipmates and against myself-but overall, I liked who I'd been with Singer and Connla.

She was what she was. She did what she did. I didn't think she worried about the whys and wherefores too much, come to think of it.

I didn't want to reinvent myself again. Even if hanging on to myself hurt.

I didn't reach out. I just…sat still. Held to myself. And let the universe come to me.

We can bite down on a grudge and grin around it until the end of time.

Hating people doesn't accomplish anything except poisoning yourself. I should turn it off. I should let it go. The thing was, first I had to want to let it go.

It was in me, this terrible history. It was part of me, and I could not get it out.

He just wanted to die and now he's in me, and Mallory won't let him die.

She wanted to save Rien from any hurt, but there were some hurts you could rescue no one from.

Much as I'd like to keep him standing in the hallway, I step back and let him into my cabin. He takes up most of the available floor space, all cleft chin and precision.

Muire closed her eyes and spoke around a heart's denial.

Marlowe patted Matthew on the shoulder, and Matthew found himself grinning in naked relief; notorious rakehell, sodomite, and playboy he might be remembered as, but lately Christopher Marlowe was the only person who seemed willing to touch Matthew without some implication lying predatory behind it.

I didn't think too hard about anything, which, being me, was one of the most unnatural things I have ever done.