Quotes About Acceptance

The truth is, men are not from Mars and women are not from Venus. We are all earthlings whose penises and vaginas came from exactly the same type of fetal tissue. This is why, in addition to penises and vaginas, we also have a wide spectrum of intersex genitals, which medical science is only now slowly coming to accept as 'normal.

charitable tolerance. You would find yourself an outcast whom people might pity, but whom, if they were

But the truth is incapable of real harm. It is we who do harm, when we refuse to face what is real, because it's uncomfortable or inconvenient.

I told you, animals have a thing for me. It's the grown-ups I can't seem to win over.

Only when your consciousness is totally focused on the moment you are in can you receive whatever gift, lesson, or delight that moment has to offer.

Okay, Mattie. I said okay." All of a sudden, she threw her arms around me and squeezed. "We won't talk about it if you don't want to.

Everything in the world is part of nature. All the creatures, even the weird ones, are just figuring out how to grow, how to change. How to survive. And maybe they need some help, but if they do, that's okay. I think they'll be okay.

The question was whether James would love me if I was someone else.

When the dust settled, they talked reasonably about the inevitability of change, the idea that they had to let go what might have been and accept what was.

Pain is pain. You have a right to feel it.

I swear, the cats did know me. They came without pause

You don't seem it." "I am happy." "But you've just given me all the reasons I don't need to have

Except she wasn't Vicki Bell anymore. She was Vicki Bell Beaudry, owner of the Red Fox with her husband, Rob, whose family was nearly as rooted in Bell Valley as the Bell family was, hence a questionable welcome there, too.

smile. "It's growing old that's painful. That's when reality hits. You find yourself with special memories that have nowhere to go and dreams that will never be fulfilled, and it doesn't matter how whimsical or impossible those dreams were. While they were yours, they were lovely." She sighed. "At my age, there isn't much point left in dreaming. That's the painful part.

The only thing I want is to be loved as a grown person with the right to her own dreams.

they had talked about bad things happening to good people. Joyce hadn't accepted it then, any more than she was accepting it now.

Barbara Delinsky

Is it?" I asked. "The past, over and done? Is it ever?" "Ever changed? No. Ever accepted? Yes. It becomes who you are. That doesn't have to be a bad thing.

he didn't look as much like a user as a man who had lost someone near and dear. She let it go. Wasn't that the lesson of the week? Anger accomplished nothing. Denial was a crutch.

Accept what you can't change by changing what you can't accept. My father may have died nearly in front of my daughter's nose, but I won't have her thinking the timing was all bad. I can change the narrative. Can't I?

Letting go wasn't a betrayal, but rather a pure form of love. But letting go entailed acceptance of reality

When you lose the most precious thing in your life, how do you go on? How do you not?

The trouble with waking up in the morning is that you look like who you are. That's great if you like who you are – not so great if you don't.

What if the past won't stay packed away in a box with my name on it, just sitting there until I feel like taking if off the shelf and lifting the lid?