Quotes About Acceptance

I don't see why" said the Wing Commander. "The very best of families have mad daughters. It never diminishes their importance. Rather increases it.

People are different in different places,' he thought hazily. 'And if they're all right in one place, it's best to leave them there.

What I detest is the way our breasts go out sideways when we get older. They look as if they're tired of one another's company.

Explain that good healers didn't stubbornly refuse to acknowledge their limits.

My eyes widened as I took in Rafe and Prest. Rafe seemed fine, but Prest. . . "Prest, you shaved your head!" Those long black braids were gone. Prest's bald head gleamed in the light. He shrugged and ran a hand over his baldness. "Easier to shave." He flashed me a smile. "It grows back. "Eventually," Rafe added. "Until then, I will need to protect my eyes from the glare.

This was the simple happiness of complete harmony with her surroundings, the happiness that asks for nothing, that just accepts, just breathes, just is.

God knows what I thought! Your brain does amazing acrobatics when it doesn't want to believe something.

I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can't believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant. But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.

It's like being raised by wolves -- you don't realize you're not one yourself until someone points it out to you. Sometimes it makes me so mad that not everyone treats me just like another wolf.

I feel like a defective model, like I came off the assembly line flat-out fucked and my parents should have taken me back for repairs before the warranty ran out.

I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all that broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spiderwebbed with cracks, it would still be a useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.

Sometimes there aren't any buts...If we accept what is our life, we grow through it and because of it. That's the way we grow up.

There is no right way to knit; there is no wrong way to knit. So if anybody kindly tells you that what you are doing is "wrong," don't take umbrage; they mean well. Smile submissively, and listen, keeping your disagreement on an entirely mental level. They may be right, in this particular case, and even if not, they may drop off pieces of information which will come in very handy if you file them away carefully in your brain for future reference.

A weed is but an unloved flower.

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all the sad world needs.

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, When just the art of being kind Is all this sad world needs.

So many gods, so many creeds, So many paths that wind and wind, While just the art of being kind Is all this sad world needs.

And yet I would not be a child again. For surely as the night succeeds the day, So surely will their mirth turn into tears. And I would not return to happy hours, If I must live again these weary years. I would walk on, and leave it all behind: will walk on; and when my feet grow sore, The boatman waits—his sails are all unfurled— He waits to row me to a fairer shore.

You're perfect just the way you are

It's not vanity to feel you have a right to be beautiful. Women are taught to feel we're not good enough, that we must live up to someone else's standards. But my aim is to cherish myself as I am.

You trusted you would die soon enough, though you would do your damndest not to.

It is clear I was never the Pretty Girl. I had my two front teeth knocked out when I was 10 and didn't fix them until I was 19. I have a crooked smile and a nose that looks like it's been broken 12 times but never has been. My nose was always red, so people called me Rudolph. My whole face is off-center.

That's one of the things that lies in the deeps, never far enough from the surface; the only real difference between the broken ones and everyone else is that the broken ones know there isn't one.

I'm lucky to have a leg at all," Heldt had once told him. "The fucking surgeon was a butcher. He should have cut the fucking thing off and handed me a crutch." The cinema was his crutch.