Quotes About Acceptance

Sometimes, people avoid recognizing how they feel because they believe the feelings are a part of them, and admitting to harboring anger or jealousy feels like admitting to a physical flaw. So certain feelings are denied. Which is something like believing your house is clean as long as you don't peek under the beds.

It is always safe to see yourself truthfully. You never have to be ashamed of yourself, with yourself.

Life is too huge for you to possibly hate.

he already knew how horrible I could be, yet he loved me, anyway.

I understood that I was clearly insane. But he apparently hadn't picked up on how many times in one short letter I asserted that I was not. This acceptance of my questionable mental health made me feel confident that we would be compatible, possibly for life. I

Do you understand that you are exactly attractive enough and thin enough (even though you weigh four hundred pounds) and smart enough and funny enough, even if you cannot tell a knock knock joke without fucking it up? You are exactly everything enough to the person who thinks you are.

everything you want to make happen, any obstacle you want to overcome, any crisis you must survive—the prerequisite is being able to allow yourself to feel whatever it is you feel and not pretend to feel something you don't.

The person who loses their ability to walk will care more about the brownies than about the walking. Because if they have lost the ability to walk, they have accepted the loss. Walking was then, brownies are now. You would be amazed by what you can give up, lose, or break and yet still be a person who gets happy over brownies. It only seems like I am kidding.

While there are some things from which you never heal, so be it. The truth about healing is that you don't need to heal to be whole.

Whenever you lose something of great value, it's important to focus on its value to you and not on the loss of it.

Normal people hadn't been molested or reared by a clinically psychotic mother, an alcoholic father, or a perversely mad psychiatrist who wore a Santa hat and performed toilet bowl readings. These were normal people, and I lived among them now. I thought, This must be what I want.

You know, sometimes just giving yourself permission to feel any emotion without judgment or censorship can lessen the intensity of those negative emotions.

Do you understand that you are exactly attractive enough and thin enough (even if you weight four hundred pounds) and smart enough and funny enough, even if you cannot tell a knock knock joke without fucking it up? You are exactly everything enough to the person who thinks you are

You can never replace it. The good news is you do learn to live without it. You miss it. You want it. You hang out with a bunch of other crazy people who feel the same way and you live with it. And eventually, you start to sound like a cloying self-help book, like me.

But she had wanted it to work so she ignored these things. This is what happens when you go against the grain of truth: you get splinters later on.

I realized I could do anything to him and he would never hate me. I could never drive him away, spoil things between us, or otherwise sour things in his eyes, because he already knew how horrible I could be, yet he loved me, anyway.

You know, American alcoholics are pretty fucking hard to insult.

A big, friendly-looking man approaches me. "Hey, I'm Bobby," he says with a thick Baltimore accent, "… and I'm an alcoholic.

The past does not haunt us. We haunt the past. We

We can continue to live exactly as we do right now, in a heavy lidded state of love and unspeakable compromise. Isn't that what people do? Every day? Don't they ache but rename it tired?

Sometimes you know something is going to happen, even though they are ample opportunities to prevent it. Even though you don't want it, you know it's inevitable.

What do you do when you find out your heart is the wrong kind? You take what you're given, and be the hero you can be. Hero to your own cold, inverted heart.

Save the world? I don't think so. I have my reasons. The world was lost a long time ago, and nothing's going to fix it, maybe not even science.

God knows I've got so many frailties myself, I ought to be able to understand and forgive them in others. But I don't.