Quotes About Acceptance

It is understood that the world does not want to be understood. The world would not be this world if it did.

Maturity, one discovers, has everything to do with the acceptance of 'not knowing'. Of course, not knowing hardly prevents the approaching chaos.

And no, it hasn't gone away. The elusive it is still here with me. But there's very little I can do.

Accepting his analysis hardly altered the way I felt.

for some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.

What do you want to kiss me for? I'm filthy.'- Liesel So am I.'- Rudy

All my friends seem to be smart arses. Don't ask me why. Like many things, it is what it is.

It's impeccable how brutal the truth can be at times. You can only admire it. Usually, we walk around constantly believing ourselves. I'm okay, we say. I'm alright. But sometimes the truth arrives on you, and you can't get it off. That's when you realize that sometimes it isn't even an answer - it's a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.

But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?

Clearly, said Arthur,you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.

I watch the beauty for as long as I can, then turn and face the rest of it.

He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.

I stood there and stared, into the sky and at the city around me. I stood, hands at my side, and I saw what had happened to me and who I was and the way things would always be for me. Truth. There was no more wishing, or wondering. I knew who I was, and what I would always do. I believed it, as my teeth touched and my eyes were overrun.

His soul sat up. It met me.Those kinds of souls always do - the best ones. The ones who rise up and say, 'I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go of course, but I will come'.

For a moment, I debated whether I should tell someone about the words I'd started writing down, but I couldn't. In a way, I felt ashamed, even though my writing was the one thing that whispered okayness in my ear. I didn't speak it, to anyone.

If I'm ever going to be okay, I'll have to earn it.

For some reason, dying men always ask questions they know the answer to. Perhaps it's so they can die being right.

They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip—the relative you cringe to kiss.

I s'pose, I can't have it all my own way, can I? You can't drown in a person unless they let you.

Make sure you live,' she said. 'As decent as you can. I know you'll make mistakes, but sometimes you're meant to, okay?

I don't want to hope for anything anymore. I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner. Because the world did not deserve them.

Best friends one, and now we have almost nothing to say to each other. It was interesting, how he had joined those guys and I just stayed on my own. I didn't like it or dislike it. It was just funny that things had turned out that way.

Yet each day, he managed to unravel and straighten himself, disgusted and thankful. Wrecked, but somehow not torn into pieces.

I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.