Quotes About Acceptance

And I'd certainly never explored being tall before. It had always just been a fact. I am tall. I buy tall clothing. I date tall men. I can reach high things. The end. But when towering over the grocery store checkout line or out with my friends, I still felt like I didn't quite fit into the group.

Until recently, I lived in a world where lost things could always be replaced. But it has been made overwhelmingly clear to me now that anything you think is yours by right can vanish, and what you can do about that is nothing at all.

I cried only once during the twenty-one-hour flight. I was looking out the window at the moon and thinking of the last long trip I took across the sky, and of the person who went with me and didn't come back. For a while, it was as poisonous and wrenching as it had been since the day it happened, as intolerable: a crime against nature. Then the grief went back to sleep in my body. And it was again nature herself. Nature. Mother Nature. She is free to do whatever she chooses.

If half this country feels so threatened by two people of the same gender being in love and having sex (and, incidentally, enjoying equal protection under the law), that they turn their attention—during wartime—to blocking rights already denied to homosexuals, then all the cardio striptease classes in the world aren't going to render us sexually liberated.

Grief is another world. Like the carnal world, it is one where reason doesn't work.

The whole point is that everybody gets to marry the person they love.

Death comes for us. You may get ten minutes on this earth or you may get eighty years but nobody gets out alive. Accepting this rule gives me a funny flicker of peace.

She told me, Everybody doesn't get everything. It sounded depressing to me at the time, a statement of defeat. Now admitting it seems like the obvious and essential work of growing up. Everybody doesn't everything: as natural and unavoidable as mortality.

But in a strange way, I am comforted by the truth. Death comes for us. You may get ten minutes on this earth or you may get eighty years but nobody gets out alive. Accepting this rule gives me a funny flicker of peace.

I asked if she'd ever wanted children. She told me, "Everybody doesn't get everything." It sounded depressing to me at the time, a statement of defeat. Now admitting it seems like the obvious and essential work of growing up. Everybody doesn't get everything: as natural and unavoidable as mortality.

You cannot teach a crab to walk straight.

If things do not turn out as we wish, we should wish for them as they turn out.

A man without regrets cannot be cured.

Het geluk behoort toe aan de tevredenen

Tolerance is the last virtue of a dying society

And he is by no means apt to make laments about things which cannot be helped, or requests about those which are trivial; because to be thus disposed with respect to these things is consequent only upon real anxiety about them.

It's a funny thing about love. You can't make it right when it's wrong and you can't make it wrong when it's right, no matter how hard you try.

You don't have to keep up, dear. You just have to keep open.

You cannot be loved by someone who doesn't want to know you.

Hey, you look at your tits; I'll look at mine! (Michael Tolliver, Tales of the City)

It was like school spirit back in high school. He didn't have it then, and he didn't have it now. To him, the biggest advantage of being queer was being queer.

Queers doing cowboy dancing. Who would've thunk it? Kids who grew up in Galveston and Tucson and Modesto, performing the folk dances of their homeland finally, finally with the partner of their choice.

Your hair has always been amazing. I remember those fabulous chopsticks you used to wear. Anna wore a look of amused chagrin. I'm afraid Mr. Greenleaf won't let me wear those anymore. I took a little tumble one night and almost harpooned the cat. This was very much the Anna she remembered: warm and self-mocking and complete present. And somehow that made it even harder to accept how frail she'd become since Mary Ann's last visit.

Mary Ann was shaken until she noticed that the landlady was smiling. "You'll get used to my babbling," said Mrs. Madrigal. "All the others have." She walked to the window, where the wind made her kimono flutter like brilliant plumage.