Quotes About Acceptance

It's not having what you want, it's wanting what you've got.

spending so much time with people who are willing to lie, steal, or worse in order to get what they want that I start accepting that as the normal course of events.

Things happen when they happen, not when you're ready for them.

Stillness A cock crows and someone Strums a koto. Nothing's wanting. In the midst of this stillness, I'm still. Could I catch it, I'd drop That butterfly into my mouth.

You're something special, Darius, and I'm just...me. Hurt and hard and not ready for anything but a little peace. I'm not asking anything of you. That's the problem. If you were, it would be easy to deny you, but you never ask anything. You're just...there, and I need you to be, and that scares me.

No woman is the perfect woman, Cara. She can only ever be the right woman.

How feasible do you think that is? About as feasible as me fitting into the petite sizes at the clothing store. I can try, but it's never going to work.

It's the human condition. We're all more or less looking for a place to hide.

The truly terrible things are those one cannot alter, to which one is indefinitely committed.

I have often thought that with any luck at all I could have been born a werewolf, because the two middle fingers on both my hands are the same length, but I have had to be content with what I had.

To learn what we fear is to learn who we are.

Do you always go where you're not wanted?" Eleanor smiled placidly. "I've never been wanted anywhere," she said.

I have been found wanting, Natalie thought; I have made myself unnacceptable and am not worthy.

Nothing is ever really wasted, she believed sensibly, even one's childhood, and then each year, one summer morning, the warm wind would come down the city street where she walked and she would be touched with the little cold thought: I have let more time go by.

An Eleanor, she told herself triumphantly, who belongs, who is talking easily, who is sitting by the fire with her friends.

At that time, of course, Natalie reflected with contentment, her life would be done. There would be no further fears for Natalie, no possibility of walking wrong when you were no more than a skull in a strange man´s hands.

It's wrong to hate them," Constance said, "it only weakens you

Ich versteh dich nicht.« Theodora schmiss ärgerlich ihren Stift hin. »Gehst du immer dahin, wo du nicht erwünscht bist?« Eleanor lächelte friedfertig. »Ich bin noch nirgendwo erwünscht gewesen«, sagte sie.

Das ist zu viel, dachte sie, ich leiste Verzicht auf dieses Selbst, danke ab, gebe freiwillig ab, was ich sowieso nie haben wollte; was es auch von mir will, kann es haben.

I like my sister Constance, and Richard Plantagenet, and Amanita phalloides, the deathcup mushroom. Everyone else in my family is dead.

No; it is over for me. It is too much, she thought, I will relinquish my possession of this self of mine, abdicate, give over willingly what I never wanted at all; whatever it wants of me it can have.

There's only one of me, and it's all I've got. I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I'm living in one half, my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can't stop it, but I know I'm not really going to be hurt and yet time is so long and even a second goes on and on and I could stand any of it if I could only surrender—

Mr. Halloran had been crying, but this was not unusual; since he had been made to realize that he would not, now, be vouchsafed a second run at youth he cried easily and often.

Eleanor thought, I am the fourth person in this room; I am one' of them; I belong.