Quotes About Acceptance

Hope flared in the Beast's eyes. "Really?" he asked. "You think you could be happy here?" "Can anybody be happy if they aren't free?" Belle asked softly. The Beast blinked guiltily, knowing she was right.

The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have... is now

Look at me. We aren´t them lauren. You´re not your mother or father any more than I´m my mother. You´re you and I´m me and I love you.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.

You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can

The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.

When someone you love...when they die, you want it undone. You'd do anything to have them back, and it's easy to believe that if only this had happened or that had happened, everything would be fine. And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

I think... I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

And you… do you know what you are?" "Stupid?" "Beautiful," he says, his face turning red.

The sun will rise tommorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

I always thought of grief as a blow that took everything out of you. And it is like that. But it stays, past that first hard hit. It stays and blows its breath into you. It's always there, reminding you of what you've lost. What's gone.

And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.

And that's what makes you angry. What makes you hate. You don't want to believe that sometimes bad things happen just because they do.

Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.

Try to live. Try to be happy. [...] Things end, people leave, and life goes on. You need the bad things to feel the good ones.

Maybe you and I have to learn how to live with what we saw. With what we know.

How can I remember a world that isn't mine? One that isn't the one I wake up in every day now?

The sun flitered in through the small, dirty windows, catches his eyes. They are brown, ordinary, but the way he looks at me—no one has ever looked at me like he does. He looks at me like he sees something. Someone. Me. "All right," he says, and puts his hands behind his head. "Go ahead.

You can plan all you want, but you will never know what will be. Life just is, and I am here in it. I am waiting for what comes next.

Tal vez tú y yo tenemos que aprender a vivir con lo que vimos. Con lo que sabemos.

I want you to know that when someone offers you their heart, you shouldn't push it away. I mean, how often are you going to get that? I haven't had to deal with it, but if it ever does happen I know I wouldn't.